I don't own Buffy or Highlander
Buffy woke up Friday morning groggy and cranky.
"What is it about men?" she grumbled as she showered and ate a small breakfast. She opened the dojo early, cranked the radio and began to train with a vengeance, anything to get her mind off of things.
When the men arrived the music was blaring and Duncan winced. Duncan walked in turning the radio down slightly, saw the look on her face and smiled, "Don't interrupt her Adam. She's mad about something and she's working off her frustration." He said wisely. Methos looked at Buffy thoughtfully, "What do you suppose is bothering her?" he asked and Duncan chuckled. "Probably something happened in Los Angeles. Her sister and best friends live there in the Hyperion Hotel. With her first love." Mac watched her thoughtfully, eyes concerned. "You've heard of Angel Investigations?" He turned his head to look at his friend, and Methos nodded, "I've used them a time or two." He said.
"Angel is from her hometown." Duncan said and Methos looked at his friend sharply, "Are they still together?"
Duncan shook his head, "Not for several years. He left her."
"Stupid man." Methos said. Duncan nodded, "That would be my opinion." He said in agreement.
Buffy was finally showing signs of slowing down when she saw Adam come in. She lectured her singing hormones sternly but they refused to listen. Brushing back some hair out her eyes, "Go away Adam." She snarled and turned her back on him to walk to the locker room. He quickly moved to stand in front of her, "I can be charming." He said quickly and watched in amusement as she pouted, "I so don't need a man Adam, not even a 'charming' one and you are *in* my* way*." She punctuated each word with a pointy finger in his chest.
"Ouch woman." He complained rubbing his chest, "Your nails are sharp." He protested and she rolled her eyes, muttered, "Men!" brushed passed him and went into the locker room.
He turned to see an amused Duncan watching him, "That was smooth, very smooth."
"Shut up McLeod." Methos muttered.
Buffy and Duncan trained the girls in defensive moves after school. The new Slayers were really improving and Buffy was full of praise for them.
"Eva, your stance is absolutely right, keep it up and watch your back. Riley, your kicks are righteous but you need to keep your hands up in defense. Kicking butt doesn't work if your neck is broken. Mary, you are getting stronger every time. You need to exercise your back more to help you jump back up after being knocked down, speed of movement it essential for life. Good works girls, any questions?" Buffy stood in front of them and they smiled. They were all taller than Buffy but she could kick their butts each and every time.
They all shook their heads. They had their bookwork already and were going to go patrolling together with Duncan that evening. Buffy had given them their first stakes but they now had to make their own and show Buffy first.
"Remember, pointy part in the chest is always best!" She called out as they left, their laughter meeting her ears.
Duncan came out to stand beside her and laugh. "They are doing wonderfully, Buffy. You should be proud."
Buffy nodded, "I am."
She looked around a little guiltily, "Where's Adam?" she whispered and Duncan clapped her on the back, "He's gone shopping. Dinna worry about him." Buffy sighed in disappointment then was irritated with herself. Damn hormones.
Buffy did a quick shopping trip and headed back to her apartment. She was a miserable cook, so when she walked into her apartment she was stunned to smell something wonderful cooking.
"Hello?" she called and saw Adam stick his head out of the kitchen, "Ah, you're home. Come in here for a moment." And his head disappeared. Buffy frowned and walked into the small kitchen. The countertops were covered with odds and ends of fruits and vegetables and packages of pasta.
"What's this?" she asked and he gave her a quick smile, "I've been a thief. You're locks are deplorable by the way." He stepped to her and gave her a peck on the cheek, "I wanted to spoil you tonight." He went back to cooking.
Buffy nodded bemusedly and opened the fridge to put her scant groceries inside. Pulling out a beer she opened it and handed it to him. He took a drink, put it down and pulled her into his arms, kissing her at first gently, then letting it slide over into passion.
They pulled back and looked into each other's eyes. "I want you." He said simply and Buffy cocked her head, "Really?" He nodded and she pretended to consider it, "Food or sex?" He smiled, "Mm hmm."
"Well, can dinner wait?" She smiled and he looked at her. Without letting her go he turned off the stove, moved the pasta off the blaze and swept Buffy into his arms. "Done."
Carrying her into her bedroom he gently set her down. Buffy put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. He moaned and deepened the kiss, gently biting her lip. She opened her mouth and let his tongue in to duel with hers. He reluctantly pulled away so they could breathe.
Panting they faced each other in the waning sunlight that streamed into her bedroom. Her eyes meeting his she slowly stripped off her clothes, watching his eyes darken in passion. He quickly undressed and Buffy stepped forward, placing the palms of her hands on his smooth chest. Closing her eyes she felt his heart thundering under her hands, and the slight buzzy feel of his immortality. She moved closer, placing an open mouthed kiss on his collarbone, then kissing down his chest. She used her palms to rub his nipples gently and then teased them with her tongue.
Methos gritted his teeth and threw his head back, eyes closed as she set his body on fire. Her mouth moved lower and his eyes snapped open and he moaned. He gently took her shoulders and lifted her, then cupped her breasts causing her to moan in return. His head dipped to taste and suckle her breasts and she felt her knees weaken.
"Adam." She whispered and his head moved up slowly to look into her eyes, "Mmm?"
"Now?" she asked plaintively and he chuckled.
"Now." His voice had deepened and she shivered. He swept her up in his arms and laid her on the bed, neither noticing the pig tumbling off the other side. Methos lay down beside her and gently ran his hand up her dewy skin. She captured his hand and placed a hot openmouthed kiss in his palm, making his eyes close in reaction. Sudden he felt himself pulled over on top of her, and he smiled slowly. He gently spread her legs, running his warm hand up to cup her wetness.
Her eyes never left his until he slid one finger inside her, then she closed them, threw her head back and moaned loudly.
He kissed her and slid two fingers inside and felt her muscles tighten and the rush of her arousal wet his fingers.
Buffy struggled to keep one thought, "Protection?" she gasped as he straddled her, placing his cock at her entrance, "No need." He pressed into her tightness and she arched, plunging him inside her all at once.
They both cried out, and Methos control snapped. He thrust into her and she met him thrust for thrust, their strength equal to the other. Buffy pulled him down for another kiss when suddenly she shuddered and cried out his name. He thrust one more time, the pleasure making him shake as he felt her tighten like a velvet fist. With a shout he poured himself into her, unable to control his moans.
He slid down and rested his head on her chest, listening to her thundering heart beneath his ear.
Buffy ran her trembling fingertips through his hair, it clung to her fingers like silk. She could feel their bodies occasionally shudder in the aftermath and smiled.
He tried to move, feeling he must be too heavy for her but she held him still.
"Stay." She whispered and he moaned quietly, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.
Buffy's stomach suddenly growled and she started giggling. Methos raised his head and chuckled. "I guess you're hungry for food now?" He asked, an eyebrow arched as she continued to giggle.
Methos sat up and gently pulled her up with him, "Let me finish dinner." He turned to find his pants and Buffy sighed a purely female sigh at the sight of his naked back and ass. He turned his head, hazel eyes laughing at her obvious approval.
"Sex or food, sex or food." Buffy said, pretending to make a choice. Methos laughed and slowly pulled on his jeans over naked skin and Buffy moaned in desire, "You need to so cut it out or I'll never eat." He laughed and she escaped into the bathroom while he headed for the kitchen.
He placed everything in a baking dish and put it in the oven, setting the timer. He grabbed a soft drink for Buffy and his left over beer and joined her in the living room. Sitting beside her on the couch and he handed the drink to her. Looking up she smiled and took it, drinking deeply. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she sighed happily, resting her head against his chest.
Methos took another drink of his beer and looked at Buffy and smiled. "Sweet?" he asked quietly and she raised her head. "Hmm?"
"No questions, comments or complaints?" a chuckle in his voice as her head tilted to look at him.
"In that order?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Questions." She pretended to ponder, "Hmm. Ok, how old are you?" He grimaced, "Very."
She thought about that for a moment, "More than 247 years old?" He shook his head yes, "Older than."
"Ok, for the comment portion of our program; you are like 'wow' in bed." He smiled at this and pretended to puff his chest out. "Don't dislocate your shoulder patting yourself on the back." She said dryly. He leaned forward as if to kiss her, then bit her lip. "Ow!" she squealed.
She stood, "Now my only complaint is that my stomach is trying to chew on my backbone." Methos laughed and stood just as the timer dinged, " I'm here to serve."
They ate dinner curled up on the couch, chatting about the slayers and places Methos had traveled.
"It's a good thing that you can cook. I can fry a burger and make soup out of a can." She said and Methos winced, "Being a Slayer has it disadvantages I realize, but canned soup?" She giggled at the pain in his voice.
He leaned forward to gently wipe a bit of cream sauce off her face, and moaned as she took his finger in her mouth and gently sucked on it.
"God Buffy, I can't believe I'm saying this but I need you again."
Buffy smiled, placing her plate on the coffee table, "Works for me!"
