The car ride home was silent, minus the overplayed music on the radio, which only acted as a minor distraction. Gwen shifted quietly, not only because this was awkward - it was awkward every time - but her pants were sticking to the inside of her thighs since she had a rather brief clean up time after Nikolaj. She cleared her throat once they stopped in front of their hotel.
"Thank you very much." She tipped the driver and got out with Giles, leading him inside and avoiding the few people who managed to figure out where she was staying.
They quietly got into the elevator together and as soon as they were alone she leaned against the railing, her head gently hitting the wall. Giles stared at the numbers, standing up straighter when it got to the 10th floor. The little bell sounded and the reflective doors slid open. Just a few strides down the hall and he unlocked and opened up their room, gesturing for her to go first.
He followed in suit behind her, closing the door dramatically with his foot. "Okay, spill! I want details - and I want them to be disgusting!"
Of course Giles knew. Gwendoline told him everything, always. Luckily it didn't hurt them the way it did Nukaaka and Nikolaj. An open relationship was an easy thing to manage when you didn't have a marriage and kids to worry about. It also wasn't quite the same considering Giles and Gwendoline were only in it for the stability they brought each other. Sure, they lived together, did domestic couple-y things, had sex on the rare occasion, but it was never like other relationships. They were balanced in an indescribable way.
Gwen rolled her eyes and tossed her coat on the bed. "I'm showering before we talk." She stopped only momentarily to step out of her heels, leaving them in the middle of the room - as she always did.
Giles kicked off his loafers and hung up both his and Gwen's jackets while she headed into the bathroom.
"On the contrary, we're talking while you shower because there's not a chance in hell that I'm waiting." He poured them each a glass of wine and trailed after her.
The shower was running, her clothes already piling up on the counter. "You're wearing my socks."
"And your shirt was buttoned up wrong." He quipped, sitting on the floor, and leaning against the doorway.
"Oh my god, was it?" Her eyes went wide and took the wine from him.
He smiled, sipping his drink. "Just a guess. You couldn't walk straight, so perhaps you weren't seeing straight either."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh piss off." Gwen set her wine aside, stepped into the scorching hot water, and washed herself - starting with the sticky mess between her thighs.
Giles cleared his throat jokingly. "I'm waiting."
Gwen took a deep breath and relayed everything to Giles, in vivid detail, talking him through every touch, every kiss, every single feeling she had. By the time her story was over they were seated in their bed, both of them hugging a pillow to their chest, on their second glass of wine. Gwen was wrapped in the big fluffy robe provided to her by the hotel, her wet hair hanging at her cheeks.
"Well it certainly sounds like you had fun." He adjusted a bit and held his pillow in his lap. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of something." He set the pillow down beside him, his trousers tented.
Giles truly never got aroused from any of her stories of being with Nik. He'd usually give an "oh, that sounds nice" or "sounds like you had fun" with the occasional grumble about how he wasn't getting any. Her surprise must have been evident on her face because a blush started creeping up his neck. "Must be the wine talking, Gwennie, I'm sorry." He started to get up.
