Missing Candy
Part 3
“Ripper, I don’t that there’s anything to do around here,” Joyce said as she looked at the closed stores. Few people were around, the streets half lit as the stores started closing down for the night. [Is he ready yet? It’s been about an hour now.] She stopped in front of a darkened store, and smiled at her and Ripper’s reflection. He looked just so delicious. “All the stores look closed.”
“Yeah, they do, don’t they? It’s early, wonder why the hell they’d do that,” Ripper sighed as he brought Joyce closer to him. [The bloody bastards. How am I supposed to get her something if all the stores are closed.] He frowned slightly when he caught a whiff of her, she smelled a little different. Not like what she smelled like before they left his flat. “What’s that scent you’re wearing?”
“Scent? Oh, you mean the perfume Tom spritzed on my wrist,” Joyce said as she unwrapped herself from him. Smiling, she lifted her wrist for him to smell. “He picked it off the guy’s table. I think it was called ‘Midnight Rose’. Smells nice, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, smells great,” Ripper bit off. [Bloody pillock perfumed my Joyce?] At her uneasy gaze, he kissed her wrist and gave her a rakish smile, “But like I said, sweet, you already smell wonderful.”
“You say the sweetest things,” Joyce cooed as she kissed him on the lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re like a regular Cyrano.”
“Without the nose,” Ripper grinned as he held her closer to him. His eyes lowered as her soft body leaned against his. He took a deep breath… and smelled that blasted perfume from her wrist. He pulled away slightly from her. ”And taller.”
Confused that Ripper pulled away from her when he was about to kiss her, Joyce smiled as she tried to clear her muddled head. “Yeah, you are. I guess. Ripper-“
“I wonder what store this is,” Ripper said as he flung an arm around her waist. [Bloody hell, get a grip on yourself, Ripper. It’s just a scent the poncer spritzed on her. Means nothing, get over it. It doesn’t mean that she’s his old lady. Yeah, and she hasn’t said that she’s yours either, mate] “Looks closed.”
“Yeah, it’s closed,” Joyce said, confused as she looked at the store. [What the hell’s the matter with him? Did I do something wrong?] “Beaumont always likes to close his jewelry shop early. It’s always a pain on the days when I want to go in after work and see what he has.”
“This is a gee gaw shop?” Ripper asked, startled. He pulled away from her, looked through the window and saw the small signs in elegant script ‘Beaumont Jewels are forever’. “You fancy gee gaws and things like that? Necklaces, bracelets and things and such?”
“What girl wouldn’t?” Joyce said, even more confused. “But I like rings even more. Makes my fingers look longer than they are.”
Inspired, Ripper pulled off his gold and black onyx pinkie ring. The one he received from his mother when he graduated from secondary with honors. The one he never took off. “Would you fancy this one?”
Looking down at his hand, Joyce blinked as she saw the man’s ring. She took it slowly from his hands and looked up at him, his face cast in shadows because of the street lamp behind him. “It’s-it’s a your ring. And it has a symbol on it.”
“Yeah,” Ripper said as he licked his lips. Suddenly nervous, he started to stutter. “It’s-I got it when I graduated secondary. Black onyx. It has a symbol etched on the onyx. Supposed to-to protect the wearer from-from poisons and such.”
“Oh, I guess that’s a good thing. Never know when you might eat poison,” Joyce said in a small voice as she looked down at it. It was still a little warm from his heat. [It’s a ring. He’s giving me his ring.] “It’s- it’s an ugly symbol.”
His heart falling to his stomach, Ripper tried to smile. “Yeah, I thought it was, too. But Mum said it was ugly because poisons are an ugly bit of business.”
With trembling fingers, Joyce put it on her pinkie. It was loose as it hung on her finger. “I don’t think it’ll fit on my pinkie, Ripper.”
His heart thumping loudly, Ripper took the ring from her and placed on her ring finger, where the fit was still loose, but fit much better than her delicate pinkie. He looked at her hesitantly. “It looks like it’ll fit on this finger. What do you think?”
Looking at the hand he lifted up, Joyce licked her lips as she met his gaze. “Yeah, it does. Ripper? Does-does this mean that it’s official? We’re going steady?”
“It does,” Ripper said as he kissed the ring on her finger. Funny, he could still smell the bloody Midnight Rose perfume Tom spritzed on her wrist, but it didn’t bother him as much. “You’d like that?”
“Oh, yes!” Joyce said, her face lighting up as she flung her arms around his neck. Ripper caught her and buried his face in her hair, holding her tightly. She squirmed a bit, and he let her down, but not letting her go as she pulled away. Still in his arms, she lifted her head for a kiss, smiling as she felt the heat of his mouth come closer to hers.
“Hey, you two! Move along!” shouted a voice. “No loitering here! I am the police!”
Startled, Joyce jumped up, the top of her head hitting Ripper’s nose. She grabbed her head as he grabbed his nose. “Ow!”
“Who the bloody hell-“Ripper started to growled at the officer as Joyce looked at the police car balefully. The older officer stopped the car as the siren gave on last squawk.
Not liking the look in the police officer’s eye, and entirely too familiar with that familiar police sneer, as he looked at Ripper, Joyce grabbed Ripper’s arm and started pulling him away. “We’re moving now, officer. Bye! Ripper, come on!”
After they rounded the corner, with her dragging Ripper behind her, Joyce stopped. Ripper glared down at her. “Joyce, what the hell was that-“
The moment he started his tirade, Joyce flung herself into his arms, her body trembling slightly. “I didn’t want him to take you away.”
“Easy, sweet. Easy. No one will ever take me away,” Ripper soothed as his arms wrapped around her. How was it he could face the more dangerous of demons without the blink of an eye, but when faced with her tears, he was reduced to mush? He wiped the small tears around her eyes and kissed her gently. “I won’t let them take me away.”
Her brown eyes wide, Joyce looked at him. “Promise?”
“Promise,” Ripper said as he kissed her gently. He held her for a few seconds, relishing in the feel of her trembling body against his. He pulled away and smiled as he moved a strand of hair from her sweet face. “Shall we walk around a bit? See what stores are open? Before we get back to my flat? Or you want to go back now and do something there?”
“Sounds like an idea to me,” Joyce said happily as she put an arm around his waist and neatly tucked herself under his arm, her hand tucking itself into his back pocket. “The one where we should get back to your place now and find something to do there. “
Lifting an eyebrow at her as they started walking, Ripper grinned as he pulled her closer to him. ”And what do you suggest we do there, sweet?”
Kissing him quickly, Joyce gave him a saucy grin before she pulled away from him and walked backwards. ”I want to listen to more records. What did you think I wanted to do? Certainly not to throw you against the door again, we already did that. You have to think of something else.”
Joyce gave out a peel of laughter at the look on his face, then she startled to half run, half skip away from him. “You can’t catch me!”
Startled, Ripper stared at her, then broke into a grin as he started after her. “Get back here, kitten!”
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[Bloody hell, now what do I say] Ripper thought as he walked down the empty street, past the fish monger's and butcher's with Joyce comfortably under his arm, chewing a piece of gum. [Should have bloody stayed with the lame street fair. Least we'd have something to talk about.] "So when did you come America, love?"
[Oh, yeah. That didn't make you sound like a Nelly, Ripper] Ripper thought with a wince. [Try not to sound like a bloody moron, Ripper.]
"When I was about nine, really don't remember much about my move here, or anything of England for that matter," Joyce replied. She moved closer to Ripper, there was a small chill in he night air. They walked a little further, passing by the open door cafe. Which was just closing up for the night. "Must be exciting to be from England."
"It's okay," Ripper said as he kicked a can away from Joyce's feet. Wouldn't want her to trip and hurt herself. He felt her shiver again. "You cold?"
"Nah," Joyce said as she snuggled closer to him as they rounded the corner. Not because she was cold, but because she liked the feel of his hard body next to hers, and the scent of him... He smelled just so good! And he made her feel so alive! Like she was..."Just waking up kinda and like having a kid was a dream. Now that’s cool."
The two of them stopped in front of an expensive boutique. Joyce’s eyes widened as she wistfully admired the feathered coat on the hatted mannequin. “Very Juice Newton.”
Catching his reflection in the window, Ripper started to style his hair again. He caught the wistful look on her face as she looked at the coat. “You fancy that?”
“Yeah, but the store’s closed,” Joyce said as she sighed. Then she saw, in the window’s reflection, Ripper throw his cigarette away and then pick up the trash can nearby. With wide eyes, she moved away when he nodded at her and then threw the trash can into the store window, setting off the alarms.
[My kitten fancies the coat, she’ll get the coat,] Ripper thought as he threw the trash can into the store window, then jumped in after it. [And if she wants the hat, I’ll get that too] he thought as he grabbed the hat off the mannequin’s head and placed it on his own. He pulled off the coat, exhilarated that he was doing something to make his baby happy. “Woo-hoo!”
At the look of glee on Ripper’s face, Joyce didn’t have the heart to scold him for breaking the law. After all he was doing it for her, just cause she liked the coat. No one had ever done that for her. Not even Hank when they were dating. No one had ever gotten her something just because she liked it, well, not including Dante. But he didn’t count because he always liked spoiled Arlene Anne and her. And Dante had never stolen anything just for her, not including the times he was trying to teach her how to swipe candy from the counter. That was just practice. But Ripper… Ripper broke through a store window and got her a coat. Just for her! Wow! Oh, wow!
A gurgle of laughter built in her throat as Ripper approached her with his pilfered goods. And he looked so cute in that hat! “Oh wow, Ripper!”
Ripper grinned with silent glee at the look of adoration in her eyes as he brought the coat to her. He was a bloody hero! Joyce spun around to put the coat on, Ripper heard her say, as he helped her into it, “That was just so-so brave!”
As she turned around to face him, her face still aglow with adoration and amazement. He grinned as he made Joyce’s coat fit tighter around her shoulders, then brought the lapels closer together, making her soft breasts jiggle closer. Ripper’s hands froze as Joyce realized something.
[Ohmigod! I forgot to wear my bra!] Joyce thought as she nearly swallowed her gum. Staying absolutely still, she saw the arrested look on Ripper’s face and blushed even more as her nipples started to tighten and started to peak through her silk top. He must have just remembered that she wasn’t wearing her bra either because his wonderful hazel eyes zeroed in on her hard nipples. “Um-“
Ripper’s hands shook as he realized that he could feel her nipples through her top. His eyes zeroed in on those soft mounds. [Joyce left her bra at my place!] He felt his jeans suddenly get tighter as his eyes flew to her face. Through the street light wasn’t too bright, he could tell her face was blushing fiercely. [She just realized that she wasn’t wearing her bra!] “Sweet-“
“Freeze!” shouted a voice next to them. At once, Joyce and Ripper turned to look at an older man of Sunnydale’s finest pointing a gun at them.
Ripper slowly lowered his hands from her lapels and straightened away from his kitten, leaving his hands down loosely at his sides. The bloody copper kept the gun pointed on his chest, a problem but not so much of one. He knew that he could take the gun from the poncer in a moment, he learned how to do that during firearms training while at Oxford. And as well as from some vampires that weren’t too keen on having a cross thrust up in their faces.
But there was his kitten to consider, she much to close to him, and the bloody poncer might actually fire that blasted thing if there was a struggle and hurt her. THAT was a possibility that he would never allow. Ripper stepped closer to the copper slowly, forcing him to move back and making him grin.
Her heart in her throat, Joyce gasped as Ripper moved away from her. The stupid cop kept his gun on her Ripper. As she slumped against the nearby street sign, she gasped again as she saw Ripper grin at the cop as he slowly moved towards him and away from her. He slowly took off his hat and dropped it on the ground slowly, his arms flailing about. Ripper’s grin grew wider as he forced the copper a few more steps back, and away from his Joyce. “Ooohhh! Copper’s got a gun!”
His eyes never leaving the copper’s, Ripper grinned and did a small dance. “You’ll never use that on me.”
“Will so,” the cop said as he moved back, away from Ripper, but still keeping his aim on his chest.
Thinking of what she could do to divert the cop’s attention from Ripper, Joyce started to slowly move away from Ripper and the cop. Maybe if the cop turned his attention to her, Ripper could get away. She started to move slowly towards the cop’s side, calling out, ”Ripper! Be careful!”
Joyce ducked towards the tree near the police car. Her mouth opened with surprise as she saw Ripper reach out, swing the gun from the officer’s hands, yank him over and give him a head butt. By the time he had finished kneeing the policeman, she had to sit on top of the police car in amazement. He took the policeman down with one punch. Okay, it was a head-butt, a knee and a punch.
With a snort, Ripper took the gun away from the copper and shoved it in the back of his pants, so that the noddy wouldn’t shoot his foot when he woke up. He looked up at Joyce, her brown eyes wide as he smiled at her, giving her his best smile. He lazily ducked under the tree as he approached her slowly. “I told him that he wasn’t going to use it one me.”
With wide eyes, Joyce watched him approach her, like a-like a lion stalking his prey. Her eyes never left his as he came closer. He was stalking her just like those heroes in the movies did when they were done with the fight and went after the girl. Like in the action movies, the ones with Robert Redford, Clint Eastwood and Burt Renyolds. Ripper was like him, Burt Renyolds, all dark and mysterious and oh-so sexy. She said breathlessly, “You’re just like Burt Renyolds.”
Saying nothing, Ripper leaned his head closer to hers and just as silently Joyce took the gum from her mouth and stuck it somewhere on the car. She felt, rather than saw his hand go around her waist, and couldn’t help but squeak when he yanked her up from to car to meet his mouth. His tongue demanded entrance as his body lowered hers on to the hood of the police car. She moaned in his mouth as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and felt his hardness settle on top of the juncture between her legs.
Ripper swallowed Joyce’s moan as she wiggled closer to his hardness. He thrust his hips into hers as he nipped her tender lips. Breaking away from her soft mouth, Ripper breathed her name heavily as he grabbed her bottom, pulling her hips towards his.
“Rrrriiipppeeerrr,” Joyce moaned in his ear as her legs wrapped around his waist. She arched into his body as he pushed his hips into hers, reveling in the feeling of his fingers biting into her bottom, his mouth sucking hard on the skin above her heart. He lifted his head and smiled that oh-so-sexy smile at her, and she smiled back, “Oh, Ripper! You were-oh!”
Her eyes widened when she felt his fingers rub against that very sensitive bundle of nerves. She gripped his shoulders and her voice caught in her throat. “Ripper!”
“Yes, sweet?” Ripper purred as he saw her breath catch. He tweaked her little nubbin again with his fingers again, and saw her arch into his hand again. While using his body to push her down into the car again, he inserted two fingers into her moist center as his thumb rubbed against her small nubbin again.
“Ripper!” Joyce squealed as a shot of pleasure went through her. When she opened her eyes again, she panted, ”We can’t do THIS-Sss Now-OH! Ohhh!”
“We can’t?” Ripper growled into her mouth. He pulled away from her slightly, and grinned when he saw her half-wild and half-dazed look. When she shook her head as if to clear it. His mouth hovered over hers as he grinned, “Okay. Then we’ll do this!”
“Ripper!” Joyce half screamed into his mouth when he thrust his hips into hers and impaled her on him. He lifted his head and his eyes gleamed as he rolled his hips into her again. “Ripper! We can’t do this-Oh! We’re in pub-LIC!”
“What? This?” Ripper panted in her ear as he thrust hard down into her again. The car and Joyce went down on his thrust, then bounced back up, burying him deeper into her. “And this?”
“Yes! This!” Joyce gasped as she felt him go deeper in her. She grabbed him tighter as the police car bounced back up, making her take him deeper. She gasped, “We’re in public, Ripper!”
“Then we shouldn’t do this?” Ripper growled as his hips thrust into her again, making the car bounce again. “Yes?”
“Yes!” Joyce moaned into his mouth as he thrust into her again and again, and the car bouncing in rhythm with each thrust he made. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!”
With a fierce growl, Ripper swallowed each scream she made, thrusting faster and faster until she screamed with all her might into his mouth, “RIPPER!!!
“JOYCE!” he roared back into her mouth with a final thrust. When he lifted his head from her mouth, her eyes were closed and her mouth swollen. Grinning lazily at her, he kissed her softly. “You sure we shouldn’t do this?”
Ripper watched with amusement as Joyce’s brown eyes snapped open, and a blush so deep started to spread all over her face. [I really have to see where that blush ends.] He immediately hardened again at that thought and saw her eyes widen even more when she felt him get bigger. “Joyce-“
Her face feeling as if it was on fire and her body getting moist again at the thought of Ripper being ready to have sex again, Joyce started to slap at his shoulders ineffectually as she gasped, “No, no, no, no! We’re not doing this here again!”
Grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head, Ripper rolled his hips into her again. “What this?”
“Yes! That!” Joyce gasped as she arched into his body. When she opened her eyes again, she tried to glare at him. “We’re not having this conversation again, are we?”
“What conversation?” Ripper asked as he nuzzled her throat. He grinned at her as he thrust his hips into hers again, making both her and the car bounce. [I think I’ve got this car rhythm down pat.] “Did we have a conversation last time? Did you want me to stop now?”
Gasping at his thrust, Joyce’s embarrassment crumbled as she arched into his body, trying to take more of him into her. “Oh, I think I’ll kill you if you stop now!”
Chuckling into her mouth, Ripper let her hands go, grabbing her bottom and pulling her against his hips hard. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands in his hair, Joyce held on to Ripper as he thrust hard against her. Spasms of pleasure ran through the both of them as they swallowed each other’s shouts of ecstasy. Her eyes closed, Joyce laid sprawled on the police car with Ripper lying heavily on top of her. “I can’t breathe.”
Breathing heavily, Ripper pulled away from her and landed on his side. He gave her a lazy smile as his hand started to straighten out her clothes. “Are-are you going to kill me now?”
Opening her eyes, Joyce sat up and shook her head dazedly. “I-I just might. I can’t believe you-We-here-on this-now-”
“Yeah,” Ripper growled as he tucked himself back in his jeans and stood. He pulled Joyce into his arms and gave her a devastating kiss. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Me?” Joyce squeaked, her eyes round. Ripper nodded then swooped down to give her another kiss, his hands going under her skirt and pulling her bottom closer to his hardness. When he broke off the kiss, she squeaked again, ”Me?”
“Yeah, you make me hungry,” Ripper growled as he nipped her lip. “And horny, baby. Wasn’t like this before, so it has to be you.”
Her face red with pleasure, Joyce murmured, “Sorry.” She nipped his earring, then licked it delicately. “How can I make it up to you, Ripper?”
His body hardening at her contrite ministrations, Ripper was about to say something when he heard a moan. Looking down at the policeman in disgust, he snorted, “Oh, bugger. Copper’s coming to. We have to split. Want a souvenir before we go?”
“A souvenir of what?” Joyce asked as she looked at the man. Then she spied his candy bar in his jacket pocket. “Oh! More chocolate!”
“That’s something,” Ripper smiled as she grabbed it. His eyes gleamed as he saw the pair of handcuffs. He plucked it from the copper’s belt. “And here’s another.”
Joyce was about to ask why he wanted the handcuffs when Ripper suddenly lifted his head. “We’d better hurry, I hear more coppers coming on the way. We may have to hide for a bit…”
Grabbing his hand, Joyce led him to a side street. “Come on, the gallery’s this way.”
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