This
is the non ADULT version of part 8
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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.
"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 him 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.
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
