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Contains
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Part
8
By the time the pair of them
fell through their room door they had both consumed just a touch
too much alcohol and were giggling like a couple of school children.
To call where they spent most of their nights a room was not actually
doing it justice, since it was one of the top suites in the hotel
it was more like rooms, plural. The two Immortals collapsed on
the couch and just stayed where they crumpled, recovering from
the run they'd taken up the stairs. Why they'd charged up the
steps and not taken the elevator was a mystery to them both just
at the moment, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
"I'm knackered," Madi
said in a most unladylike fashion.
"You and me both,"
he companion replied lightly, "next time you have a mad idea
like that, remind me to nip it in the bud."
He let himself relax a little
further and ended up with his head in her lap, smiling up at her
rosy cheeks. She ran her fingers through his short dark hair and
gazed down at him, contentedly. They were both happy in this relationship,
it gave them each something they had never thought to have. Methos
had had his share of connections in his time, with Mortals and
Immortals alike, but it had never been so complete with one of
his own kind. They were together in more ways than one and it
was more than they could ever have asked for.
Absently Madi traced the angled
lines of his face with one nail, and he closed his eyes, lost
in the sensation. Taken one by one his features seemed not to
be part of the same person, but together they made an unusual,
sculptured visage that his lover found most attractive. The two
of them remained almost still for quite a few minutes and then
suddenly Madi leant down and kissed the end of her companion's
nose. The movement was fast and had exactly the effect she envisioned,
Methos came back to himself with a start.
"I fancy a bath," she
said brightly, "a nice long hot soak in the tub."
She beamed at him.
"Fancy joining me?"
was her next sentence.
She really didn't need to ask.
Now this bath wasn't your average
five foot by two and a half foot, sort of coffin shaped contraption,
it was circular and approximately six foot in diameter. By the
time Methos made it into the bathroom, Madi had it filled to the
top and brimming over with bubbles.
"We're going to get lost
in there," the now half dressed man commented and then fumbled
over his train of thought as his companion decided to shed her
outer garments.
Madi was slim, but not willowy
slim and she had curves where other women would kill to have a
minor bend. When she let it flow free, her hair reached her waist
and it rained over her shoulders in the most tantalising fashion.
She stood there for a moment just watching Methos study her. It
appealed to her to just let her man's eyes wander over her for
a while, and she almost regretted that they'd eaten such a huge
meal. Feeling vaguely sick did not do much for the sex drive and
she had no intention of exerting herself just now.
"Get the catch for me please,"
she said sweetly and turned around, pulling her blonde locks away
from the back of her bra.
There was no argument from Methos'
direction, he was quite happy to oblige. She pushed down her panties
and he released the hooks on her only remaining garment gently.
Clothed only as mother nature had intended, Madelaine Seaton was
a woman and a half, and Adam was slightly mesmerised watching
her climb slowly into the tub.
"Well are you coming in?"
she asked cheerfully after she'd been sitting there for half a
minute.
Now her lover woke up and had
to grin at his preoccupation.
"You should have a warning
stamped across you backside," he commented lightly and pulled
off his shirt that was already undone.
It didn't take him long to discard
the remains of his outfit, and then Madi had to admit that she
did very well out of this arrangement as well. Methos was a fine
figure of a man and her eyes skipped over his body as a half smile
played across her face. She moved over eagerly as he slipped into
the bath behind her, and had no qualms about leaning back into
the arms that embraced her. This ancient man often claimed not
to be a fighter, but the muscles of his torso were firm against
her back, and his thighs were strong as they brushed her sides.
They'd both had busy days and
they lay there just letting the hot water soothe away all life's
tension. They were comfortable in each other's company and a peaceful
silence descended as they enjoyed the closeness. It wasn't going
to last forever though, and finally Madi voiced the thoughts that
had been turning over in her mind.
"You're really serious about
killing yourself off, aren't you?" she said quietly. "Have
you actually thought it all through? What about staying out of
the way of other Immortals, and making sure no-one finds out about
Methos?"
There was a pause as he stoked
her arm absently, lost in thought, and then he kissed her hair.
"I think I gave that up
when I decided to become part of whatever we are," he told
her calmly, and they both knew he wasn't just talking about the
relationship. "I don't want to be on my own anymore, and
I want to be able to be Immortal again. The Watchers don't
know about most of my books, and I've been the worlds most unsuccessful
researcher. I've found three references to me in the past four
years as far as the organisation is concerned, I won't exactly
be a great loss. I'm going to gain a hell of a lot more out of
this move than I'll lose, I'll get you for a start."
She favoured the mirrored wall
with a smile for that, and he grinned back with youthful charm.
He'd worked so hard to lose the ancient feel about him that it
was only in unguarded moments that anyone saw what he really was.
She was looking at the face of Adam Pierson now not Methos and
she hoped he wouldn't change too much when he `discovered' his
Immortality. The thought made her smile and she turned her head
to kiss his arm.
"I love you," she said
with rich warmth in her voice.
"I never thought I'd feel
for another Immortal what I feel for you," were the words
he sent back. "I've always been cautious, but not this time.
You have my heart Madi, and you hold my soul in your beautiful
hands."
There was nothing she could say
to express what she felt at that moment and instead she entwined
her fingers in his and pulled his arms close around her. They
remained that way until the water started to go cold.
Just before they'd climbed out
of the tub Madi had taken a minute or so to wash her hair and
she sat in a bathrobe combing the tangles out of her locks as
her partner tidied the bathroom. She smiled at her reflection
in the sideboard mirror, she hadn't been this happy since she'd
married Malcom.
A moment later, Adam appeared
in the doorway behind her and she gave him a little wave. A playful
little grin replaced the wistful look on her face and she picked
up the hair brush from the table. If there was one thing Methos
couldn't resist, it was wet hair and she never missed a chance
to let him run a brush through her golden main. When he took the
offered object and ever so gently began to draw it through her
long tresses she did a very passable impression of a pussy cat.
She just leaned back and let him brush away all her cares in a
haze of bliss.
By the time he actually put down
the implement the edges of her hair were beginning to dry and
curl. She turned slightly in the chair as he moved on the running
his fingers down the side of her face, and she rested her head
on the flat of his stomach as he stood beside her. To look at,
her face was relaxed and she almost appeared to be asleep as she
rested one hand gently on his leg. It wasn't long before he found
out that she was far from dozing, however. Her fingers skirted
up the inside of his thigh, under the towel he'd wrapped round
his midriff and found an alternative source of hair. The even
stroking motion her hand took up removed just about all control
Methos had of his body.
She moved back slightly and smiled
up at him from under her thick lashes. The look of pleasure on
Adam's face made her warm inside and when she gently employed
a small amount of pressure in her fingers he moaned and made a
grab for the back of the chair to stop himself falling over. She
could have done anything to him then, he was easy to control,
especially when she had more than just his soul in her hands.
The course of action she chose was quite deliberate and very careful.
Never losing contact, or pausing in what she was doing she stood
up, and with her free hand she gently pulled away the towel. It
took no more than a second to release the belt of her robe and
then she pressed against him as he moaned in pleasure. Her skin
was soft and warm, only just dry, and it made Adam's flesh burn
with desire.
His hands slipped under her garment
and up her back as she deftly nipped at his neck. It was she who
was leading this, however, and she did not let his hold keep her.
He could not, and would not, argue as her fingers continued their
playful teasing and she ran the inside of her leg down his thigh.
Her mouth moved on the other areas of his torso, sometimes biting,
sometimes kissing, and her tongue flicked over his nipples tantalisingly.
It didn't take a genius to realise that she was slowly moving
downwards and Adam was being carried away on a wave of pleasure
as her body brushed against his. Her other hand drew long red
welts along his back and he knew he was going to loose it soon.
Eventually Madi worked herself to her knees and her teeth nibbled
the skin just below his navel. All he could do was wind his fingers
in her hair and go with the sensation. Suddenly her lips were
warm and gentle, kissing softly, and then she moved down and Methos
nearly died.
It was still early when Beren
opened her eyes onto what was a beautiful morning. She wasn't
in the least bit surprised to find that the bed beside her was
empty, and there were muffled curses coming from the living room.
There had been quite a debate the previous evening as to what
Richie should take with him on his trip, and he never had managed
to fit everything into the pack. That he was up before the alarm
clock, back at the task did not come as much of a shock to his
fiancee.
It was warm in the bedroom and
the young English woman pushed the bed clothes back slowly. At
which point she remembered that Richie had found a wonderful way
of saying goodbye last night and she really ought to put some
clothes on. With a little smile on her face she pulled a long
T-shirt from the draw and padded through the door to find her
lover.
"If you put any more in
there, you're going to fall off your bike," she said cheerfully
as she watched him work.
He'd obviously ignored just about
everything else when he'd snuck out of bed because he was kneeling
there in his boxer shorts, and absolutely nothing else. He grinned
and turned at the comment, and threw a pair of sneakers over his
shoulder.
"Well it was you who wanted
me to take a change of absolutely everything," he replied
lightly. "I think I'm going to have to live with only one
pair of shoes, though."
His hair was a complete mess
where he'd neglected to even think about brushing it yet, and
Beren wandered over, unable to beat the urge to reach out and
straighten at least one wayward curl. Contact made, Richie just
couldn't help himself. He ran one hand up the back of her leg
and under the shirt. His lover squealed and jumped backward as
his dextrous fingers tickled.
"No fair," she said
with a giggle, "I wasn't expecting that."
"Then put on more clothes
when you come near me," he returned with a mischievous grin.
"Ha!" was the next
sound she made. "Hark who's talking."
Richie sat back in mock disdain.
"Jane not like Tarzan's
dress sense?" he asked in the most awful accent.
"Ooh, Jane like very much,"
she replied lightly, still keeping her distance, "but that
not mean she can keep her mind on making breakfast when he's wearing
silk shorts."
That brought forth a laugh and
he climbed to his feet. With savage flare he pulled her into a
close embrace, grabbing a satisfying handful of buttock as he
did so. She was quite willing to acquiesce to the passionate kiss
he planted on her lips, and much as he expected pulled him closer
with the same handhold he had chosen. The contact lasted a good
few minutes and she leant closer, almost giving in to the desire
that was raging through her, but she finally pulled back.
"Enough," she said,
with more will power than Richie could manage, "you have
to get ready to go, and I promised to be in work early today.
Go take a cold shower before I rip your boxers off."
"Can you hold that thought
for a couple of days?" he asked wickedly, and made to reach
for her again.
She stepped back and narrowed
her eyes.
"In there," she ordered
whilst pointing to the bathroom, "I'll put the kettle on."
His eyes sparkled mischievously,
but he did as he was told.
By eight they were both ready.
One in Jeans and an old T-shirt ready to ride to the island, the
other in a skirt and blouse for the one day she had to be smart.
She was headed for the university to give tours to prospective
students, he was on his way to a holy spot for a tour through
his subconscious. Neither really wanted to leave, but they both
knew they had to, things just needed doing.
"I'll won't be too long,"
Richie said quietly as they stood by the door. "Look after
Chris for me while I'm gone. Make sure he doesn't leap in front
of any more speeding cars."
They both smiled.
"I'd say be careful,"
Beren replied with a grin, "but you're Immortal, you'll be
on holy ground, I can't think what could happen to you."
He pulled her into a fierce hug,
which she returned with equal sincerity. They'd barely been apart
since Beren had discovered the truth about Immortality, and parting
now was uncomfortable.
"You know, this is silly,"
the young woman said with a grin, "you're going away for
three days, a week at the most and we're treating it like it's
forever."
"But I'll miss you,"
he said with the most boyish grin.
It broadened somewhat as he looked
down and was treated to an interesting view down the front of
her blouse.
"And I know exactly why
I'm leaving you behind," he said, more to himself than her.
That received a giggle and she
planted a kiss on the end of his nose.
"Nobody would ever accuse
you of lacking in libido," she told him and wriggled out
of his grasp.
"Can I help it if I died
at my sexual peak?" he shot back, a totally innocent expression
on his face.
Richie loved to make her laugh,
it was such a beautiful sound and it filled the room now. His
fingers brushed the side of her face slowly and the look in his
eyes was almost far away. She gazed on back and they just stood
there for a while.
"I'm going," Richie
decided very suddenly. "Good bye, my love, I shall return
anon."
He headed out the door, picking
up his jacket on the way and repeating his last line to himself
trying to figure out where the hell he'd gotten that one from.
By the time he reached his bike he'd concluded that some of Chris'
broader education was beginning to come out in him. This Immortal
had had several Shakespeare plays shoved under his nose through
his school career, but none of it had ever rubbed off, his twin
had obviously had a different experience.
[Look after her for me, Bro,]
he sent in his brother's direction at the thought.
Chris was standing in the shower
at the time, and lost his grip on the bottle of shampoo thanks
to the interruption.
[Will do, Rich,] was the slightly
disgruntled, but understanding reply. [Talk to some trees for
me.]
Some people would have thought
it strange that the young man checking out his motorbike beside
the apartment building, suddenly laughed for no apparent reason,
his Watcher just noted it down and prepared to follow.
End
of Part 8
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