Missing Candy
Part 2
"Now where were we?" Ripper asked as he snuffed out the cigarette, then walked over to Joyce who was sipping at her drink as she knelt on the floor, looking through his albums. Grinning, Ripper sat behind her, and yanked her into his lap.
"Hey!" Joyce cried out, startled as she nearly dropped a record she was looking at. She scowled at Ripper. "I was looking at the albums you have..."
Ripper grabbed the albums and threw them behind her. "Forget them. Now what were we going to do before Buffy rudely interrupted us?"
Frowning at him coquettishly, Joyce wrapped her arms around his neck and pretended to think about it as she used a finger to trace the shell of his ear. "I can't remember. I think we were about to do something near the couch...but I can' t remember what exactly. Can you?"
Ripper smirked at her as he settled her more firmly on his lap, leaving one hand to caress her thigh. "I think we were talking about you saying 'Ripper', kitten. You still weren't saying it right. Say it again."
Her brown eyes twinkling merrily, Joyce let out a small sigh. "Ripper."
"Are we back to that accent again?" Ripper chided as he nuzzled Joyce behind her ear, then caught her lobe between her teeth. "At least we know it's not your lips and tongue that's causing the problem."
Joyce retaliated Ripper's nip with one of her own. "So what do you think the problem is? And how do we correct it?"
"It might be your throat, love," Ripper said as he moved his mouth kissed his way down to the base of her throat. Joyce giggled as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Now say my name again..."
"Ripper," Joyce said huskily as she licked the shell of his ear. "Rip-oh!"
"Almost there," Ripper whispered back hoarsely as his mouth moved down to her throat and he sucked at the throbbing pulse. He slowly lowered her to the rug, his full length slightly off her slender body. He sucked hard on the rapidly beating pulse, then moved his mouth lower to her collarbone. "Say it again..."
"Ripper," Joyce moaned softly into his ear as she again licked the shell of his ear delicately. She was wonderfully aware that as one hand caressed her head, the other slowly traveled down the length of her body and was now caressing her outer thigh. When she felt him move down her body, she moaned again. "Ripper..."
"That's my name, you're getting it, kitten. Say it again," Ripper crooned into her chest. He smiled when he lifted his head to look at Joyce. Her eyes were closed, her lips were swollen from his kisses and her neck had his nibbling marks. He smiled as his quick hand unbuttoned the front of her dress. "What the bloody hell-you have another set of clothes under the dress!"
Joyce opened her eyes to see Ripper look at her clothes in dismay, and she giggled. She giggled even more when he looked up at her confused. "It's because I didn't want to get my dress dirty while doing inventory so I was about to change when Tom delivered more stuff to the gallery. Plus Old Man Beauvier likes to try and look up my dress while inventory’s going on."
His eyes darkening, Ripper lifted up her chin. "Old Man Beauvier had better not try to see through your dress. Only person that should see you what you have under your dresses ought to be me!"
Joyce caught his hand from under her chin and kissed it as she promised, "Only you can see what's under my dresses..."
"Good," Ripper said as he gave her a hard, searing kiss. When they broke away, both were panting. "I can now see-hey!"
Joyce smiled wickedly as she laid on top of him, half-sprawled and half-pinning him down. "So does this mean that I'm the only one that can see under your clothes?"
"Be my guest," Ripper invited as he used his hands to stroke her back. He grinned widely at Joyce as she arched sensuously into his hands. "Joyce."
Joyce used one hand to close his mouth as she straddled his stomach. She frowned at him as her eyes danced. "I don't think that I was learning how to say your name again, Ripper."
"Oh? Then what do you think we were doing, baby?" Ripper asked as his hands held Joyce at her waist.
"I think we were about to play Buried Treasure," Joyce said seriously as her fingers made small circles in the area his nipples should be. "And I was supposed to play first..."
Ripper grinned at her as he caressed her thighs, and his fingers started to inch up under her skirt."Oh, really? I think I forgot about that game. I suppose you'll have to teach me then, Joyce."
Giving him a very feminine smile, Joyce sat astride of Ripper's groin as her fingers roamed over his chest. "So what do we have under all this?"
"Why don't you try and find out?" Ripper smirked as his fingers crept over her knees and reached the hem of her skirt. "While I try to find the buried treasures under what you're wearing."
"Sounds like fun," Joyce giggled as her fingers deftly untied his necktie, undid the buttons of his vest, then his shirt. To distract him, she ground herself into his pelvis.
"Baby, you're a naughty little kitten," Ripper groaned. As Joyce giggled as she pulled his dress shirt from his pants, Ripper sneaked one hand under her skirt and fingered her through her silk panties as the other grasped her breast lightly and squeezed it lightly. "But not as naughty as I can be."
"You're cheating," Joyce gasped as she heavily forward into his hands, hers clutching the front ends his shirt. "More."
"More what, baby?" Ripper asked devilishly as he thrust his hips upwards. "What do you want more of?"
"This?" Ripper asked as his hand under her skirt rubbed against her hard. Joyce gasped loudly as she lifted herself slightly to rub harder against that hand and those fingers that knew where she wanted to be touched.
"Or this?" Ripper asked again as the hand that was playing with her breast squeezed lightly, then lightly pinched her aroused nipple through her silk knit top and bra. He grinned as Joyce moaned, and removed both of his hands, leaving them to caress her thighs loosely. "So what do you want me to touch, baby?"
Her heart thundering in her ears, Joyce opened her eyes slowly, and focused on his mouth. Licking her lips, she suddenly knew what she wanted him to touch. Smiling at him, she watched his eyes darken as they followed her movements.
Mesmerized, Ripper felt the blood rush to his groin as Joyce shrugged off the top dress, then she pulled off her silk knit top over her head. Leaving her clad only in her skirt and a turquoise lace bra. He watched as Joyce gave him a sultry smile as she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, springing her breasts free. She licked her lips as she threw the bra somewhere behind her. His hands came up to cup her breasts, but she swatted them impatiently away.
Her fists grabbing his shirt, Joyce slowly pulled Ripper into a sitting position, and started kissing his mouth, then all over his face. "I want you to kiss me. I want to feel your mouth all over me. I want-"
"To taste you," Ripper said as he silenced her with a kiss. As their tongues dueled with each other, Joyce wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and his hot hands pulled her closer to his mouth. He finally broke off the kiss, and placed nipping kisses behind her ear. On her throat. Her collarbone. Then the valley between her breasts. "To taste all of you, baby."
Moaning, Joyce caressed his head as she leaned against his legs to let him taste more of her. She inhaled a sharp breath when she felt one hand pinch her tight nipple. And gasped loudly when she felt his teeth tease her other tightened nipple. In retaliation she ground her dampened core against his hardness, making him groan loudly. "Ripper!"
"Oh, yeah, man! You go!" cheered a voice loudly. "Getting some afternoon delight!"
Freezing, Joyce's eyes shot open to see an upside-down dark-haired, balding man dressed in a brown uniform leaning over the couch, watching the two of them avidly. Her jaw dropped as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Hey, there! I'm Martin, UPS special delivery."
Suddenly, Joyce found herself on her back and Ripper untangling himself from her. She scrambled to cover herself as she heard Ripper roar, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!? How the bloody fucking HELL did you get in here, you bloody pervert?"
Livid, Ripper grabbed the brown shirt of the man that was trying to get a peek over shoulder, to look at Joyce. He shoved the deliveryman against the door hard. Glaring at him, Ripper snarled, "How the fucking HELL did you get into my flat? What the fuck is your problem?"
"Through the front door, man! It was unlocked!" Martin said in his defense as he tried to free himself. "Hey, was it my fault that you and the chick was putting on a show? Thought it was like, a free invite to the floor show."
Hearing Joyce make a sound of distress, Ripper shoved the man again into the door. "Not the bloody hell here, you fucking little poncer! We ain't putting a show for the likes of you!"
Ripper opened the door, and shoved the man out. "So get the fuck out of my flat! If I see you again, I'll rip off your bollocks and shove them up your ass!"
With quick, furious movements, he locked the door. When he turned, Ripper saw Joyce with her knit top on and near tears as she was trying to frantically put on her top dress. "Baby-"
Blushing deeply, Joyce looked up at him and froze. Then she looked down again frantically. "I-I got to go. I-I can't...I can't find my bra, Ripper. I have to go."
Ripper quickly gathered her into his arms. "Baby, it's all right. It's all right. He's gone now, we can-"
Shaking her head, Joyce pulled away from him, her face a deep red and tears in her eyes. "No. I've never-I can't-I want to go home now, Ripper. I want to-"
Ripper silenced her with a kiss. When she tried to speak again, he kissed her again. "Shh...Now, baby. You can't leave. The poncer might still be out there, waiting for you. To try his luck in seeing how hot you are."
"Oh no! Really?" Joyce asked, her voice trembling. This was just too, too horrible! All she wanted was sometime with Ripper. And look what happened.
Ripper nodded as he lied. "Really, baby. Now you've got to stay here with me until the little perv is away from here."
"But-but he'll think-he'll think of what we're doing!" Joyce all but wailed. Her mouth trembled. "This is just too, too horrible!"
Ripper kissed her again. "Baby, it's not so bad. It's not like he caught us making out or shagging in the public. I've done both, and they're not so bad."
"But I've never done that!" Joyce wailed as she hid her red face against Ripper's chest. "Ever!"
Pulling slightly away, Ripper cocked his eyebrow at her. "You've never made out? Or shagged? Or done it in public?"
"All three," Joyce sniffed. She avoided looking at him by playing with the front of his shirt. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. "I-I've never really made out or shagged in public. I-I always-I couldn't do any of those things in public. With someone knowing. Not even in a car or behind the bushes at Love Point Pond. Ladies don't do that."
"Ah, baby," Ripper said as he stroked her back softly. Thoughts flew in and out of his mind as he comforted Joyce. He wanted to beat the poncer’s face in for upsetting her. He wanted to throw Joyce down on the carpet and continue what they were doing. He wanted to stop her from crying because it was making him feel useless. He especially wanted her to stop because he couldn’t stand her crying. Every time she cried, it was like a knife was stabbing into his heart But right now, he couldn’t beat that pillock’s ass in. So he kissed the top of her head as he soothed her. "Sweet, it's all right."
Finally, Joyce managed to lift her red face and look at him. "Ripper? I’m sorry... I can't-I'm not-I won't be in the mood if I know someone knows that I'm in the mood."
"That's all right." Ripper soothed as he kissed her forehead. He forced himself to control his hormones as he smiled at her. He gently brushed the hair from her face. "To be frank, I don't think that I'm in the mood right now, either."
Doubtfully, Joyce looked down at the front of his pants, which clearly showed how aroused he was, then at his face. Shifting himself a bit, Ripper kissed her then smiled at her ruefully. "Well, kitten, let's put it this way...I'm pissed at the perv and I may be too rough on you if I took you now. You may not like how rough I could be."
"Oh," Joyce said with a small frown. Her mind whirling around at thoughts of how rough sex with Ripper could be, and if she would like it. Come to think of it, she was starting to wonder what it was like to have sex behind the bushes in the park. Hank had never wanted to try and have sex in public, not that she blamed him. The thought of being caught in a town the size of a Fotomat was terrifying. On Hank’s part, mostly. The closest they ever got to sex in public was the two of them necking out in the car, a block from her house. But what would it be like to be that wild? Would sex with Ripper be that different? She shuddered as she felt herself get all tingly at the thought.
[Oh hell. Now I’ve scared her. Damn it.] thought Ripper as he changed his wooing tactics. He took her hand, and led her to the living room floor where all his records were scattered "Come on, let's have some of that Kaluah. And listen to some old vinyls that I have."
Her wide eyes forced Ripper to give her a reassuring smile. ”I promise that I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”
[From possible sex to songs. I guess that’s what he wants.] thought Joyce with an inward sigh as she put on a small smile and ran her fingers through her hair. "Okay. Do you have any Bread?"
Ripper looked at her strangely then pointed towards the kitchen before he sat down. "Sure, in the fridge. I also have some cheese if you want to put something on it. Want to hear some Stones? Or some-wait a bit-how about listening to some Hendrix and then some Cream?"
Joyce stifled a smile as she moved to sit near him. "Sure...I'm all ears."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Joyce pretended to look at the assortment of albums as she watched Ripper from under her lashes. He was attempting to light two cigarettes while lying down. Not sure of what to say that wouldn't sound dumb, she hesitated. "You've got great albums."
"Yeah, they're okay," Ripper answered back, his voice slightly muffled as he managed to light the two cigarettes, then passed one over to her. [Yeah. That sounded real cool, Ripper. Think of something to say, you noddy. You've been on this bloody floor for the past hour trying to see if her knickers are the same color of her bra.]
"Do you like Seals and Croft?" Joyce asked absently, thinking that would set a mood. At his silence, Joyce looked at him. He was giving her an incredulous look. [Oops. Guess not. Too mellow for him. Say something, Joyce.] Her face red, she smiled sheepishly and managed to stammer. "I don't either."
Shaking his head, Giles passed went back to smoking his fag and letting the music flow through him again.[Okay, who's that square group she likes? This is cool. Too bad I don't have a joint...Who the hell are Seals and Croft?]
Trying to redeem herself, Joyce tried again. "So, uh, why do they call you 'Ripper'?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ripper leered as he sat up, the guitar piece catching his ear. "Listen to this."
As Ripper moved his head to the beat, Joyce watched the smoke of her cigarette curl in the air with a sigh. She knew this guitar piece as well as she knew the most of the lyrics to her favorite rock albums, blues, and musicals, thanks to, according to her aunt, the insufferable influences of Dante, Anne and Arlene.
Unfortunately, knowing the piece still didn't do anything to her. But it seemed to revive Ripper into a frenzy of activity.
Revved up by the music, Ripper jumped to his feet and started to take off his shirt. "Man, I've got to get a band together."
As Joyce rose to her feet to watch him, he moved towards the mirror and started to play with his hair, moving it around. [Man, I look like a flaming Nelly. Where's your lipstick, Ruperta?]
[Maybe if I made my voice a little deeper. Worked for Ella and Peggy Lee] Joyce thought as she tried for what she hoped was a sultry voice. "Hey, Ripper. You want to watch t.v. ? I, uh, know how to work Pay-Per-View."
"Nah. Let's go out," Ripper said as he arranged his hair again. [Why the bloody hell did I get it cut this short?] "You got anything in your bag? I want to get rid of this Nelly look."
After passing him some hair gel from her bag, Joyce took out a brush and started to brush her hair. "Okay. Do you want to head out to the Bronze?"
"Why? Nothing's happening there," Ripper scoffed as he looked at himself in the mirror again. [Maybe if I tousle it up some more, it'll look better.] He ran his fingers through his hair again. Lots better. He looked at Joyce and grinned at her. "Let's go."
His grin dissolved when Joyce looked at him and bit her lip. "Ripper...For a night out, you're going to go dressed like that? You still look like a librarian. Where are the cool clothes I helped get you this summer?"
Sulking, Ripper glared at her. "I *am* a librarian. And they're all in the bedroom closet-I didn't feel like wearing them, they still feel stiff. I don't want to wear them."
After rolling her eyes at male stubbornness, Joyce immediately started to head towards the stairs. "Well, then let’s start looking for something you can wear. Start stripping. We're not going out until we make you dress as yummy as you look."
[Yummy? She thinks I look yummy?] thought Ripper, stunned. Staring after her as she disappeared into his room, Ripper then broke into a devilish grin and started to follow her. "Strip she said? Well, anything to oblige the lady."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Joyce opened the closet door and started to rummage through Ripper's closet, ignoring clothing that the Frat Boy from Animal House would envy. She threw one tweed brown jacket aside, then pushed a fine wool brown suit away. She grimaced as she shoved a olive suit away, then the blue. After shoving away several more suits, jackets and pants in various shades, Joyce muttered, "How many clothes in wool and tweed does a man need?"
Sighing after throwing the black woolen pants over her shoulders, Joyce dug deeper into Ripper's closet. She dove down, sitting on her knees, and started to look through the neat pile of clothes on the closet floor. "Now what does he have here?"
As Ripper entered the room, a pair of flying pants hit him square on the face. His first curse was muffled by the pants, by the time he as about to form the second one after dropping the pants on the floor, he couldn't. He was too busy dodging another pair of pants, his gray tweed, being thrown at him.
Looking around, he was torn between amusement and horror. Because of Joyce's search, his normally prissy and orderly room was a complete mess. His clothes were strewn about, and the person that was throwing his clothes around was right now digging deeper into his closet.
Ripper started towards her, his hands itched to give the little minx a spanking. Then his hands started to itch to do something else when he saw her delectable backside go up into the air.
[Khaki pants would look nice, but what does he have to wear for a top. What does he have at the bottom of this closet?] thought Joyce as she held up a pair of the khakis. Then her eyes spied something else, she reached and pulled out a really old and faded pair of jeans with paint splatters on them. She crouched on the balls of her feet and tried to get a better look at them.[Maybe these are wearable.]Nope. They still were a ratty looking pair of jeans. "Ugh. He's going to have to get rid of these."
"Not on your life, baby," murmured Ripper into her air as he snatched the jeans from her hands, and put it behind him. Startled, Joyce squeaked and spun around, ready to grab it back. Instead, her knees fell to the floor as her eyes widened when she got a full view of his crouched form.
Grinning from ear to ear, Ripper had the pleasure to see Joyce's jaw go slack. "See anything you like, kitten?"
Her face as red as a tomato, Joyce let as strangled sound as she took in Ripper's naked form. She covered her mouth, more in a effort to keep her tongue from rolling out, than to convey horror. "Ripper! You're naked!"
"You told me to strip," Ripper said innocently as he quirked an eyebrow at her. "So I did."
When she let out another strangled sound, Ripper slowly pulled her by the waist, placing her between his naked thighs. His voice grew huskier. "So now I'm naked."
Her head spinning, Joyce placed her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance. His hands cupping her bottom and squeezing it while his nakedness was playing havoc on her equilibrium. He brought his face closer to hers. "Makes it easier when changing clothes. So now you can try and dress me up. But I'm feeling the disadvantage here, kitten."
"How-how so," Joyce managed to croak out. His mouth was a whisper above hers. "Wha-what's-what's the-problem?"
"I'm the only one naked here," Ripper said as he gave her bottom lip a nipping kiss. "What do you think you should do?"
Instead of answering, Joyce launched herself at him, her hands grabbing handfuls of his hair as her mouth attacked his, her weight throwing him on to his back. His hand grabbed a handful of her hair commanding her head to stay in place while his tongue dueled with hers. His other hand pulled her softness hard to his groin. Joyce moaned as she tried to get closer to him, then growled with frustration when she couldn't feel more of him near her heat.
Suddenly, Ripper rolled over and settled between her legs, both his hands under her skirt. He broke off the carnal kiss. "You have too many clothes on."
"Take them off," Joyce ordered, her hands yanking his head back down to her mouth, her tongue dueling with his, then moving down to the crook of his neck. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. She made a small sound when she felt his hardness push up against her panties, then growled with annoyance when the cloth prevented him from coming into her. "I'm busy."
"I need help," Giles growled back, his mouth honing on the pulse point of her neck. His hands shoving the top dress off her shoulders, her shoulders rolling to help him get it off. He thrust his hips into hers, pushing her up into the carpet and making her breath catch. His hands then grabbed the hem of her silk sweater and pulled it off of her, throwing it somewhere behind him. "Thank god, no bra."
His mouth latched on to the hardened nipple, first playing with the small berry with his tongue, then he sucked on it as hard as he could, making her cry out as she arched into his mouth.
The moment her hands were free, Joyce grabbed handfuls of Ripper's hair, making his wonderful mouth take more of her. She wrapped herself around his waist again, rubbing into him in the same rhythm of his mouth.
She let out a cry of pleasure as his mouth went from one pebbled peak to the other. Her nails scored his back as she whimpered when he used his fingers to squeeze a hard nipple as his teeth bit into the other. Closing her eyes at the intense feelings, stars started bursting behind her eyes, her heart pounding filled her ears. Throwing her head back to gasp for more air, she felt something deep inside her start to explode.
He thrust into her again, growling at the cloth barrier that was blocking his entrance to her body. He thrust into her again, frustrated that he couldn't get inside her. His hands reached under her skirt, grabbing her soft bottom. Then he heard her scream out his name. "Rrriiippp-ppperrr!!"
In shock, he lifted his head to watch her throw her head back and face contort with ecstasy. [My God, she was beautiful...] When she opened her eyes, she looked at him, stunned. "What-what happened? That never happened to me before."
"You never had an orgasm?" Ripper stared at her. He watched as her face grew red, then was fascinated as the color went down to her chest.
Breathing heavily, Joyce violently shook her head. "I've had a few orgasms before...but never just by having my-not just because you sucked on-not like that."
Still in shock himself, Ripper stared at her, then blinked. "Oh, well. I've never had anyone do that when I did that either."
"This doesn't mean that we're done, does it?" Joyce asked worriedly as she shifted slightly. She still felt Ripper's hardness. "I mean, you didn't come, did you? I mean, we can still- can't we?"
Amused despite himself, Ripper thrust his hips into her softness and grinned as she sucked in a deep breath. He leaned over to give her a hard kiss. "What do you think?"
Grinding herself into him, Joyce wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I think that you'd better hurry and get the rest of my clothes off before I explode without you again."
"Then help me get this bloody skirt off, "Ripper growled as he pulled himself away slightly to give her enough room to move. "Where's the zip?"
"I got it," said Joyce with a small gasp as she sat up for her to reach the back zipper of her skirt, moving back so that he could pull the skirt off. Her back contacted something hard, she turned to see the edge of the bed. "Think we-"
Joyce's voice caught mid-sentence when she felt his mouth nuzzle her ear and his hands slide under her matching turquoise lace panties, moving them down her hips. Ripper nipped the area between her neck and jaw. "I think we should just get back to what we were doing. Lift up again and let me get your knickers off."
Obediently, Joyce lifted her hips as her hands used Ripper's shoulders for balance. As soon as he slid them off, he buried his nose into them, then dangled them in front of her, giving her a wicked grin. "I wondered what color these were, pet. If you were wearing a set. They smell like you."
He threw them behind him as Joyce started to sputter something. Her words were lost when he suddenly lifted her hips and impaled her hard on to his cock. He hissed with pleasure when he felt her tight muscles give way to him. "Joy-sss."
"Ripperrr," Joyce moaned as her fingers dug into his shoulders and her back arched to him in. Her inner muscles clamped hard on to him as they adjusted to his wonderfully hard invasion. And huge. Maybe bigger than Hank. Which was a wonderful thing. “Oh…”
She squeezed him again, making him thrust up slightly and her mewl. Maybe not bigger, but definitely better her no-good ex-husband's dick. Definitely. Gasping, she opened her eyes to see his hot gaze on her. She opened her mouth to say something, anything. "You forgot to take off my stockings."
Ripper's eyes widened, then he grabbed her bottom and thrust up hard into her, grinding her back into the bed's edge. He growled wickedly. "You want me to stop this to take off your stockings?"
"To- to hell with the stockings," Joyce gasped as she ground down on him, her head arching into the mattress when his mouth latched on to her breast again. "Just-just do that again!"
"Like this?" Ripper growled as he thrust up into again, grinding her into the bed, harder, faster. He growled louder when her softness squeezed him harder, the softness of her breast filling his mouth, the sting of her nails driving him faster, the gasps and mewls she made filling his ears. His head thrust back as he exploded into her. "Jjjoooyyyssss!"
"Rrriiippp-ppperrr!" screamed Joyce as blackness exploded all around her.
"Oh, God." Gasping for air, she was barely aware of him burying his head at the crook of his neck. Or that she was planting moist kisses on his shoulder. Still gasping for air, she was vaguely aware that he was still inside her. "You felt- that was-"
"Yeah," Ripper gasped as he kissed her tenderly, then rested his forehead on hers. "Oh, yeah. It was."
When she was less dazed, she looked over his shoulder. "You didn't take off my boots either."
Lifting his head dazedly from her shoulder, Ripper rubbed her thighs gently. "Does it matter?"
Leaning back into the bed, Joyce looked at him with bemusement. "Only if it matters to you. I just never did it with only my stockings and boots on. Or on the floor either."
"If it matters, pet, I never did it against the mattress before," Ripper said as he gave her a lazy grin. "Against tables and walls, yes."
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Joyce frowned suspiciously. “Telling me about your conquests?”
"I don’t kiss and tell, kitten. I was trying to tell you that if I was this close to a bed, I always made it," Ripper said as he nuzzled her ear. She smelled wonderful. Like lavender, chocolate...and him.
Wildly delighted by that admission, Joyce gave a small giggle. "Oh. Well, on the danger of pumping up your ego, I've always made it to the bed with Hank. You're the first one to do this to me."
"Stick with me, and I'll do a lot more first things to you," Ripper leered. He was enchanted when she shyly giggled, the blush on her face spreading down her neck and torso. One of these days, he was going to follow that blush and see where it ended. His hands stroked the tops of her thighs, savoring the feel of her smooth skin and the silk. "I thought women liked to wear pantyhose."
"I usually do, but when I feel like it, I'll go out and wear my silk stockings," yawned Joyce as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned over to kiss his nose. Then she smiled as her tender breasts rubbed against his soft chest. That felt wonderful, she gently rubbed her chest against his again. "You feel nice."
She squeezed her inner muscles, then gasped with delight when he immediately hardened inside her. This was wonderful, Hank was never ready this fast. Once a night was usually his limit when they did have sex. "Oh, Ripper! So soon-Can you- can we-now?"
"Can we what?" Ripper asked innocently as he leaned away from her, so that his chest hair was not tickling her breasts anymore. "Is it this you want? Or is this what you want?"
With him still inside her, Joyce watched as Ripper's hand crept to where they were connected. His hand hovered over where their thatch of body hairs meshed with each other's. His dark hair mingled and contrasted with her blonde curls. Fascinated, Joyce watched as his finger touched her, just above where he was inside her. A spasm of pleasure made her jolt up and dig her fingers into his shoulder. "Ripper!"
"Want me to stop?" Ripper asked wickedly as his finger rubbed that sensitive spot again. He gasped as her inner muscled squeezed him again. He retaliated by rubbing that spot again. "So that we can go out?"
"You bloody well stop to go out now, I'll throw you down the bloody floor myself," Joyce gasped, then threw her head back as he thrust his hips up. "Go out later. Buh-bed?"
"No time," Ripper growled as his hands grabbed her bottom and his hips started thrusting her up against the mattress again as his mouth landed on the tender skin just above her breast.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"So where are we headed to if we're not going to the Bronze?" Joyce asked as she leaned against the door jamb. For some reason she was eager to go out, which was strange, since she really wanted to drag Ripper back to his bed. [Or his floor.] To distract herself from that thought, she asked, "What are we going to do?"
"We're going walk around to drum up some fun. Maybe get a bite to eat," he replied as he put his foot down from the desk. He looked at Joyce, her lips were still red from his hard kisses and her neck was starting to purple from his nips, he knew that her breasts were. She looked delicious. He pulled her from the door, and was pleased when she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let's go, baby. Unless you want to-"
Slipping his hands under her skirt, he cupped her bottom, and pulled her closer to his groin, letting her feel him getting hard. His voice grew deeper, his mouth hovered over hers. "Stay and have another go at it, kitten. What do you say?"
Joyce pulled his head down and attacked his mouth, her leg hooking to his waist as he pushed her up against the door. As their tongues dueled, Ripper's large hands pushed her turquoise knickers to the side. When he slipped two long fingers into her tender softness, Joyce ripped her mouth from his and keened out his name.
Catching her mouth again, Ripper thrust his tongue into her mouth to the rhythm of his fingers thrusting into her. Having enough of his teasing, Joyce's hand unzipped his jeans, grabbed the bulging hardness and started squeezing it. Her brown eyes, heavy with lust, twinkled when she heard him groan out her name. She gave him a very feminine smile. Grabbing her hand, Ripper kissed it before wrapping it over his shoulder. "That's enough, kitten. Gonna make me come over myself."
His mouth latching on to hers again, he lifted her against the door again and both of them moaned as he sank into her with one hard stroke. Her long legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her again. "Oh, GOD, Joyce!"
The feel of her wet heat around him was almost too much for him. It became unbearable when he felt her inner muscles squeeze harder around his cock. Ripper grabbed her waist and started thrusting into her faster and faster, to get more of her wet softness. His head started bursting as he roared out her name. "Jjjj-oooyyy-sss!"
Thrusting her head back, she tried to get more of him into her. Wrapped her arms around his neck and started squeezing him to get him prolong the pleasure of having him inside her. As stars started bursting from behind her eyelids, Joyce screaming his name. "Rrriiiippp-ppperrr!"
Breathing hard, Joyce opened her eyes when she felt his forehead rest on hers. The man looked wild and spent. [I did this. I made him look like this. And against the door, too.]
A slow smile formed on her lips as a realization of feminine power rushed through her. Then a soft tingling in her nether regions made her aware of something else, he was still inside her, and half hard. The thought that he might be able to go at it again, and so soon, made her breath catch. She contracted her muscles around his hardness, and saw his eyes shoot open. "Hey, there handsome."
The first thing Ripper saw when he opened his eyes was the secret smile Joyce had on her face. The next thing he noticed was that he was still inside her and half-hard. Then, like the naughty kitten she was, her softness squeezed him again. In retaliation, he thrust into her and watched as her eyes half closed with ecstasy. "Hullo, kitten. Before you start this again, you might want to stop."
"Why? You're still hard and good, aren't you?" Joyce pouted as she squeezed him again. "I can feel you. You're still hard. You were ready this fast in the bedroom."
Ripper groaned slightly as he thrust his hips into her. "Yeah, but it might not last, kitten. Might be over before you know it. Three times in an hour is about my limit, kitten. I need at least half an hour to recoup. Unless you want to be the only one to see the stars."
"Oh," Joyce said in a small voice. She read something about this somewhere. Men needed rest between orgasms, at least an hour or two. Hank, she knew, needed a day to recover after having missionary sex or blow jobs. Ripper only wanted thirty minutes to recover. Then it hit her what he said.[ Three times in an hour was his limit? Three? Oh, God! Jackpot! Must be a Watcher stamina thing.] "Only thirty minutes?"
"Thirty minutes," Ripper confirmed. He watched Joyce's expressive face as she processed that bit of information. She was clearly torn between wanting to wait and wanting to jump on his cock and milking it for all its worth again.
His ego inflated as he watched her indulgently. Been a long time since a bird like her was after him. He'll be damned before he'd let his body deny him some more of her heat. [Hell, if I'm not ready for her in thirty minutes, I'm not much of a man.]
As much as she was tempted to go at it again, it was a whole lot more fun to orgasm with Ripper. He just looked so...yummy when he orgasamed. "Okay. We'll wait."
With that, Joyce pulled away from him and grimaced slightly when she felt her now wet panties slip back in place. She shifted her hips a bit, trying to get her undies in a more comfortable position. "Okay, let's go out for a couple of hours. Maybe get a bite to eat, like you said before."
Pulling up his jeans up from his thighs, Ripper looked at Joyce comb her fingers through her hair. "You're hungry? Now?"
"You mentioned food first, Ripper," Joyce said cheerfully as she kissed his nose. "So hurry it up."
Carefully stuffing himself back into his jeans, Ripper was slightly disgruntled. [What the hell just happened? How did we get from sex to food?]
She wasn't supposed to be so cheerful about waiting to have sex again. He wrapped his arms around her, then gave her a hard kiss. "Hang on a bit, kitten, we could stay here and listen to more records while we wait for me to get it up again."
Wiggling away from him and secretly delighting at his groan, Joyce shot him a small pout. "Stop trying to distract me, Ripper. I'm hungry and you said that you needed at least an hour, so I'm giving it to you. Now let's go."
"Me and my bloody trap," Ripper muttered as Joyce eagerly pulled him towards the door. Then his eyes narrowed on her wiggling backside, and felt himself starting to rise again. He groaned at the tightening of his jeans. "Bloody thing wouldn't work when it was supposed to, now it does when it can't get. Damn thing has a mind of its own."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ripper and Joyce walked hand in hand along the street that was crowded with people playing football, frisbee or some other kind of sporty fun. As they turned got to a busier street, Joyce exclaimed with delight. "Ripper, look! A street fair's going on!"
Ripper, looking bored, looked at the street vendors hawking their wares, street performers doing their acts, people hanging around as others were dancing to really lame music. He snorted, "Oh, yeah. This looks like fun."
"Come on, let's see what's going on," Joyce urged as she pulled his hand. Ripper dragged his feet as she pulled him into the crowd. "Please?"
"Oh, do we have to, baby?" Ripper groaned, then he gave in when Joyce looked at him in askance, her wide brown eyes, hurt. Ripper pulled her in to give her a deep kiss. When he let her go, she was leaning against him and there was a dazed look on her face. "Fine, but we're not staying here that long. We're gonna look for some even more fun things to do. Okay?"
"Okay," Joyce whispered, still clinging on to him. Ripper grinned as he gave her another soft, lingering kiss. "Oh. What-what kind of more fun things?"
When Joyce wrapped her arms around his neck, Ripper gave her another light kiss on her jaw as he whispered, "Well, we could-"
"Hey, Joyce? That you, Joyce?" shouted a voice. Ripper and Joyce broke apart to look at Harold who was dressed in huge bell bottoms and a brightly red, blue and green tie-dyed shirt. "Hey, you look great. Came to look at the fair? Hey, who's this? You sure went a three sixty from Absent Minded Professor to James Dean. What happened to the anal Tweed man?"
Ripper growled dangerously at the little man, then stopped when Joyce wrapped her arm around his waist. She smiled sweetly at Ripper as she spoke to Harold. "Well, as far as I know, he's still right here..."
Ripper waggled his eyebrows at the smaller man. Harold's eyes widened comically as he took in the change of the man he saw in Joyce's office. His baby face paled as he greeted the dangerous looking man. "Uh-hi! Hey, what a change! Join the fair! It's fun! Later Joyce!"
Joyce giggled slightly as Harold quickly disappeared into the crowd. She looked up at Ripper, trying to look severe. "You should stop intimidating my friends, you know."
"Why?" Ripper asked as he gave her a quick kiss, then another. "Now, baby, are we going to make some of our own fun or are we going to stay for a bit in this fair? I say-"
"We stay to enjoy the fair," Joyce moaned into his mouth, then she broke away and took his hand. Holding in a giggle at his blank look, Joyce kissed him quickly. "You said we could go. And I want to look around before you start distracting me again. Please?"
[Those brown eyes of hers are dangerous] thought Ripper as he gave in with a sigh. "We take a quick look around, then we're off. Don't think we'll find any fun around here. And I don't fancy sharing you with this crowd."
"Okay," Joyce beamed at him, her face flushing slightly at his compliment. Then she looked at him severely. "Oh. And no distractions, Ripper."
"Distractions?" Ripper asked as he pulled her in for a kiss. "What kind of distractions?"
"Those kinds. The ones that stop me from thinking about anything but you," Joyce sighed breathlessly as he kissed her again, his hand cupping her bottom. She pushed him away slightly and shook her head. "Stop that. You can distract me all you want later. I want to see the fair."
Ripper shook his head as allowed Joyce lead him deeper into the crowd. She was pretty and all, but that didn't mean that he had to do what she said. Rebels like him don't have to do what girls asked but indulging her once in a while was fun to do. Besides, by her own words, he could distract her anytime he wanted to.
Joyce's eyes were wide with delight as she walked around, she stopped by two men that were performing a juggling act with rings of fire. "Ohh, look at that!"
Watching the jugglers show their minor talent, Ripper shrugged indifferently. "Yeah, that looks like fun."
Joyce shot him a slightly dismayed look. "Oh. You don't like?"
Sensing that she was slightly upset at him, and knowing that this was a bad thing, Ripper pulled her close and gave her a kiss on the nose. "Oh, don't worry about me, baby. I like. I especially like how your face lights up when my hands-"
As Joyce started to lean closer to him, Ripper kissed the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Roam all over-hey!"
"Ow!" Joyce winced as she grabbed the side of her ear. Ripper turned to glare at the porker of a man that bumped into Joyce. The man took one look at Ripper's face, muttered a "Sorry" and waddled away as fast as he could.
"Are you all right, baby?" Ripper asked as he moved Joyce's hands away from her ear."Are you okay, baby? Want me to go after the stupid poncer?"
"No, I'm all right, Ripper. I'll be fine," Joyce said as she gave her ear a final rub. She gave him a quick smile and was about to say something else when a man performing magic tricks caught her eye."Oh, look! A street magician!"
"Oh, great," Ripper said as Joyce pulled him towards it. Joyce turned to look at him, and he gave her a slight push towards the magician. "Let's go see him. Faster you get your fill of this fair, the sooner I can distract you."
After watching the lame ass perform for another second, Ripper's eyes wandered all over the crowd. He spied a pretty food vendor, and thought quickly. [Food. We get some food, that'll distract her and then we'll go back to my place for another round. Maybe this time we'll make the bed.] "Listen, Joyce, baby. Why don't I get us a couple of drinks while you look at the magic man?"
Disappointed, but concerned that he wasn't having fun, Joyce smiled. "Why not? I want a coke. And some more chocolate if there's any."
"I'll be right back, baby," Ripper said as he kissed her quickly. "Wait right here."
Joyce watched him disappear in the crowd, then turned to watch the street magician. She watched him for a few minutes, then was quickly bored because he was performing the trick badly. She turned to look for Ripper, when she did a double take to look at a familiar face.
The man, all dressed all in black and was looking over the street art, spied Joyce near the street magician and waved at her as he headed over to her. "Hey, Joyce!"
Smiling at him, Joyce called out, "Hi Tom!"
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Ripper sighed as he left Joyce watching the street magician. If it weren't for her, he'd be bored out of his mind. She was nice, had a sweet smile, and was so tight the thought of going at it with her again...He shifted when his jeans became constricted. "Bloody hell, not again."
Ripper shook his head. This whole thing about going to the street fair was entirely dull. There wasn't any action around. Looks like, of all nights, Sunnydale was one dull town. Maybe he should distract her and make up some action with Joyce, he thought as a devilish grin.
"Hey, there, handsome," called out a voice. Ripper turned around and his jaw dropped. "Like my dress?"
The woman in the mini-black dress that hung on to her every curve, smiled at him. Her green eyes twinkled as she gave him a slow smile. She gave a small shrug, and her smile grew as she saw his eyes lock on the low neckline. "I see that you like, Mr.Giles."
"Oh, yes. I like, Mrs. Crawford," Ripper said as his eyes roamed down her body. "Very nice, indeed."
"Please, call me Helena," she purred as she leaned on his arm, giving him a nice view of her breasts. "Being reminded that I'm a widow is very hard on me. Mr.Crawford's been dead for the past three years...and since moving here, I haven't a lot of comfort."
"Oh, really," Ripper drawled as she came closer to him. [Are those breasts for real? Maybe I should get a closer look and research this...] "That's a pity...Helena."
Her eyes lowered, Helena placed her hand on his chest. "Oh, yes. It really is. I moved here to Sunnydale because the real estate agent said it was a nice and friendly and comforting and neighborly sort of town."
"Yes, Sunnydale is that type of town," Ripper murmured as he stepped closer to her. "And, we are a neighborly town. Most of us around here anyway."
Smiling, Helena crept her hands to his shoulders. "And you're from around here, aren't you?"
"Not really, but you think I'll do in a pinch," Ripper concluded. She had a nice body, better than Joyce's in fact. And those boobs were definitely real. But...her smile, it wasn't at all as sweet as Joyce's. [Remember, Joyce, Ripper? The little bird you came with?] "I don't think that I can comfort you, Mrs.Crawford."
"And I'm sure that you can," Helena murmured as she smiled at him, her thrust up breasts just barely touching his chest. Ripper's mind went blank. [Joyce who?] "And I'm sure that I know that you'll do your best to-"
"Can you believe Joyce?" said a giggling voice. "Who knew that she'd find *him* under the Absent Minded Professor act?"
Another nasal voice answered. It was Harold the Annoying One. "Yeah. But it looks like she ditched him and took up with Tom Fairbanks. Thank God. She's with him looking at the street art."
Ripper stood still as his ears perked up at the mention of Joyce's name. And Tom's. Helena didn't even notice. "Try and comfort me."
"Not any more, last I saw, Tom was slowly leading her to the new age stand. Overheard them, she doesn't want to go far 'cause she promised the James Dean she'd wait for him by the street magician. Said he went off for something," giggled the voice. "Like he'll come back. Guys like him are dime dozen, she'd do better with Tom. He has that awesome Thunderbird."
Ripper grew rigid as the voice snorted with laughter. "Spoke to Tom, before he knew she was here. He thought he saw her in the crowd, but thought she was a dream. Then he said she was haunting him. Man's really bonkers for Joyce. Never knew that."
"And I really need to be comforted," Helena purred plaintively. She put a hand on his chest. My, he was so nice and hard.
"Now you know. Half the time I see him, he's wondering if she'd go out with him," Harold snorted. "Think he's planning to sneak her away from the fair and show her his very own personal etchings. Maybe in that T-bird of his."
"But do you think that you should comfort me here, Mr.Giles?" Helena asked as she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. "Mr.Giles?"
"Think she'll go with, Harold?"
"Joyce? Don't see why not. Cat's away, mice will play. And Tom's definitely the cat after Joyce. 'Sides Tom's more than ready to buy her the moon. All the Jimmy Dean's ready to get her is what? A book? Oh, wow. A jail sentence? Definitely! Bet that Tweed Jimmy Dean'll cheat on her second her back's turned. Want a dog with a soda? Or taco?"
"Let's get taco," said the giggling voice. Ripper turned to see the backs of Harold and a short brunette, both heading towards the taco stand. His eyes narrowed as he followed them. So Tom's trying to make time with his girl? Show his etchings to her? His Joyce? Not bloody likely.
"Mr.Giles? Are you with me?" Helena pouted as she put her arms around his neck. "Giles? It's cold and lonely down here."
Ripper looked down Helena, at her willing body and frowned. What the Hell was he doing? Taking her hands from his neck, he gave her a quick grin. "So sorry, Mrs. Crawford. Why don't you get a dog for some comfort?"
At that, Ripper left Mrs.Crawford with her mouth wide open in the middle of a street fair as he sped off, ready to pummel Tom the Poncer who was trying to make time with his girl.
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"Now, this scarf would look wonderful on you," Tom said as he showed her the silk leopard printed scarf. He placed it gently on her hair as she giggled softly. "It brings out the highlights of your hair."
"It's a pretty scarf," Joyce admitted as she admired herself in the mirror with it. She pulled it off. "But I need a-"
Tom quickly picked up a small necklace with amethysts on a silver chain. "How about this? Like this better? Goes with your dress."
"That's lovely," Joyce smiled brightly as he laid the necklace against her neck and admired it in the mirror. She saw her reflection and Tom's. "But I don't think it's me."
"Joyce, everything here is you," Tom said gallantly as he picked up her hand and kissed it.
"How sweet of you to say so," Joyce said as she smiled politely, taking her hand away. "But I think that I'd better get back to the magicians, Ripper might be-"
"How about this perfume?" Tom asked as he held up a small vial for her to smell. "It smells nice...like a summer breeze."
"That does smell nice," Joyce admitted as she moved closer to sniff the vial. Tom beamed as he took her wrist and spritzed the perfume on her pulse point. She sniffed her wrist and smiled dreamily. "I like this scent."
"I think we have a winner," Tom smiled as he looked warmly at her. "Should we get this scent? And the necklace?"
"You don't need any perfumes, Joyce. You already smell sweet," called out a voice. Joyce and Tom turned at the same time to look at the man that spoke. His hands hooked on to the loops of his jeans, Ripper clenched his jaw as he saw Tom the Stupid Bull step closer to Joyce. "And that necklace won't do any justice to your pretty neck."
"Ripper!" Joyce cried out delightfully as she gave him a beaming smile and headed towards him. "You're back! I was afraid that you wouldn't find me in this crowd."
"I'll always find you no matter where you are, kitten," Ripper growled as he pulled her closer to him. Before she could respond to that, his hard mouth latched on to hers, demanding a response from her.
When she was clinging to him, he let her go and grinned with male satisfaction. Her brown eyes were dazed, her mouth once again swollen from his demanding kisses, and her breath short. He gave her a softer kiss on her swollen lips. "Always."
His arm holding Joyce tightly against him, Ripper looked up at Tom who was staring at him with fury and smirked. "Go away, Tom. Joyce's my girl. Get your own before I break your legs."
"You think that you're so smart, don't you?" Tom snarled. "Who do you think you are, asshole?"
"I'm Ripper, the asshole that Joyce prefers," Ripper smirked at him. He gave Joyce a quick kiss. "Say good-bye to Tom, love."
"Bye Tom," Joyce said absently as she lifted her face for another kiss from Ripper. He shot a smirk at Tom before his mouth lowered and he gave her a long, lingering kiss. "Mmmm. Nice."
"Nice?" Ripper repeated incredulously. "That was only 'nice'?"
"Oh, yes. That was nice," Joyce repeated as she dimpled at him. She looked at him coquettishly. "You still have to work yourself up to 'fantastic', Ripper."
"Oh, really?" Ripper said huskily as he leaned in for another kiss. "And how do I do that?"
"Lots and lots of practice," Joyce said with a solemn look as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and rubbed her body against his. Wanting to feel his hard body against hers. "If you’re ready, it’ll take a whole lot of practice."
His hands creeping to her waist, Ripper cocked an eyebrow at her. "Well, in that case-"
"Hey, you two buying anything? I want to close up," said the street vendor. Joyce and Ripper looked at him blankly, then sheepishly untangled themselves.
"Sorry, we'll move along," Joyce said as she started to move away from the display. She was puzzled when Ripper stopped her "What?"
"What were you and Tom doing here anyway?" Ripper asked, his mind remembering what Harold and his friend was talking about. Tom was ready to buy Joyce the moon, while he could only afford to buy her a book or jail sentence. The thought that her friends would think he couldn’t give her nice things for her stung. "He buy you something?"
Joyce shook her head. "Nope. Wasn't interested and didn't want anything from him."
Ripper brought her closer to the table. "See anything that you want here?"
"Not really," Joyce shrugged as she looked at him. She leaned against his shoulder. "I don't think that you should get something from here. I-"
"Why not? I can afford it," Ripper said angrily. Joyce stared at him. "Whatever you fancy, pet, I can get it for you."
Joyce cupped his face with her hands as she spoke softly. "I never thought that you couldn’t, Ripper. I just don't think I should get something that I don't like just for the sake of getting something."
Ripper kissed the palms of her hands, then kissed her nose. "Oh. Sorry. But won't you get something to make me happy? Whatever you fancy, I'll get."
Sighing, Joyce turned to look at the display of jewelry, scarves, perfumes, and other cheap baubles. Her eyes spotted a pair of tortoise shell combs. "Oh, those look lovely. May I see them?"
As the vendor handed the pair of hair combs to Joyce, Ripper looked at the table and spotted several black lace chokers with semi-precious jewels sewn in them. He picked one up that had four gleaming cat's eyes on it. They matched the color of Joyce's sweet brown eyes when she laughed.
"Okay, I like these, Ripper," Joyce beamed at him. Ripper smiled as he saw the combs in her shining blonde hair. "I want these."
"This cat's eye choker matches your brown eyes, sweetheart," Ripper said as he fastened the choker on her neck. He kissed her cheek as his hands rested on her shoulders. "It's lovely, but you make it even lovelier."
"Thank you, Ripper," Joyce said as she beamed at him. Ripper's rebellious heart swelled. He liked how she was looking at him. Like he was something really fantastic. He liked that feeling. Then Joyce kissed him sweetly on the cheek. And he felt the world shift under his feet. [Bloody fucking hell! I'm falling in love! When the bloody hell did this happen?]
He barely made out her words as she turned to look at the vendor's table. "Now you pick something and I'll get it for you. Ripper? Are you all right?"
"I'm-I'm fine. But, I don't think that I need a bauble," Ripper started to stutter, then stopped when he saw the smile on Joyce's face dim. "But let me see what I can find."
As a gleam at the far end of the display case caught his eyes, Ripper grinned. "Think I'll get an ear ring. To replace the one I lost in London."
"You wore an ear ring?" Joyce asked surprised.
Ripper nodded as he roamed over the choices. "Yeah, I wore one. Took it off years ago when I re-entered Oxford. Here's one that I like. Right here."
"You know, I think that I'll have to pay attention to your body a little bit more," Joyce smiled coyly as she took the ear ring from him and looked at both his ears carefully to find the old ear hole. When she found it, she placed it in the old ear ring hole and gave the ear ring a kiss. "There, all better."
Ripper pulled her closer to him. "Not quite, sweet."
"Hey! Before you two lip lock again, pass over the dough," shouted the vendor. "That's twenty-five bucks. The five for the ear ring. Pass that over then go make out at some other place."
Shooting the vendor an annoyed look, Ripper threw the money at him, then swung an arm over Joyce's shoulders. "Come on, sweet. Let's go somewhere else to find some fun."
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