A drabble I wrote on my lunch hour one day not long ago. Enjoy!
Not A Chance
I always know when Methos is watching me. I feel his eyes caressing me as surely as I feel his hands on my body when we make love. You know that saying, 'undressing you with his eyes'? He's doing a lot more than that; and if I turn to look at him, I don't stand a chance. I never do. I will not give in to the temptation, though it's almost a compulsion to do so. We're going to make it to the opera just this once! I feel his breath warm against my neck. I never stood a chance.