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This is the third in the Dividing series, the others may be found at:
Dividing of The Ways


Contains ADULT material

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