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Methos woke slowly, confused by his surroundings. Turning his head he saw Buffy sound asleep, her hair lying golden beside her, and suddenly he remembered everything about last night. In vivid technicolor. He smiled then jumped as he realized it was the phone that had awaken him.
"Hello?" Methos answered, and lay on his side to watch Buffy sleep.
"Adam?" came Richie's incredulous voice and Methos winced. "Just a minute Richie." He murmured quietly and eased off of the bed, out the door and into the living room. "Yes Richie, what is it?"
"Why are you there? Was Buffy hurt?" Richie's anxious voice poured out of the phone in a flood, "Buffy's fine, she's still sleeping."
Richie pondered this turn of events silently for a moment, "Oookay. Well, she was supposed to be here at ten to talk to the girls about last nights patrol and…"suddenly Buffy nipped the phone out of Methos' hand and said, "Hey Richie. Did Mac say how patrols went? Great. Tell the girls that I won't be in today, but do one hundred pushups, read about Vengeance Demons in chapter fourteen and have a great weekend. No, that is none of your business." Buffy laughed, "Richie get a life and quit snooping in mine. Later." She turned the phone off and tossed it on the couch.
Buffy regarded Methos for a moment, enjoying the sight of his hot nakedness when suddenly she raced for the bathroom. "You snooze, you lose!" and grinned at him wickedly before slamming the door and locking it.
Methos contemplated the flimsy lock on the bathroom door with a smile, then padded into the kitchen, got what he needed and proceeded to pick the lock.
Buffy was washing her hair and occasionally giggled, remembering the look of shock on Methos' aristocratic face. The buzz heralded his arrival in the bathroom. She felt the door to the shower open and close, then a large male body press against her back.
"Why Duncan. Whatever are you doing here?" she giggled.
Methos chuckled, "I'll ask him." He replied and bit her shoulder then helped her rinse her hair before ducking under the warm spray himself. Buffy obligingly squirted shampoo that smelled like flowers into his hand and as he began to wash his hair he felt Buffy bend down.
Suddenly his cock was in her warm wet mouth, causing him to jump, then curse as shampoo got into his eyes. He quickly rinsed his hair and then braced his hands against the side of the shower and groaned. Buffy held him gently in one hand, and ran her tongue around the head of his rapidly swelling cock, humming as he helplessly thrust into her mouth.
Suddenly at the edge he gently pulled back and lifted Buffy to her feet. He jerked her to him, covering her mouth with a heated kiss. Then he grabbed her thighs and jerked her up, hazel eyes laser focused on her. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders for support and he pinned her against the shower wall, thrusting into her.
Their eyes never left each other as he pounded into her, sensations overwhelming them until they climaxed together. Methos' legs were actually shaky and he let her slide slowly down the wall and they finished showering, hands gently touching each other.
As they dried off Buffy snapped Methos on the butt with her towel, and he chased her as she shrieked through the apartment. As he had her pinned on her floor she grinned up at him, "I don't know about you but I've just discovered that hot shower sex makes me hungry." She quickly rolled out from under him and dashed into the bedroom to dress.
He wandered in after her and began to pull on his wrinkled clothing. "I'll take you to breakfast, as your kitchen it in a bit of a tip." He smiled as he remembered why.
Buffy was wearing blue plaid hip huggers and a matching blue shirt. She added a pair of strappy heels and quickly French braided her hair. She turned and looked at Methos and sighed. He would be elegant in a curtain.
Methos looked down at himself in alarm, "What? It's just a bit wrinkled, I'll change first." He protested, then looked up at Buffy as she laughed, "It doesn't matter if its wrinkled, you still look like the cover of GQ."
"Oh." he said and walked over to admire her, "You are beautiful." and he kissed her gently.
Methos walked Buffy out to his burgundy Jaguar and Buffy whistled, "Wow, nice ride Adam." He was about to walk around and let her in when she shook her finger at him, "No way. I am perfectly capable of opening a car door." She pulled at the door and it didn't budge, "Only after you unlock it smart ass." She gave him a look as he laughed.
They had a late brunch on the quaint waterfront, not talking much, just enjoying the beautiful day. Buffy couldn't remember the last time she had relaxed this completely. She tilted her face to the sun and closed her eyes for a moment, just to enjoy.
Methos watched as Buffy visibly relaxed and he realized that she probably didn't have a lot of moments like this. He gently took her hand and she opened her eyes and smiled. "I need chocolate." She said, her face very serious. He nodded, keeping his face straight. "Very well my lady, I will search high and low for some chocolate." Her eyes danced with humor as he bowed gallantly.
They were about to walk into the store when Buffy stiffened, feeling the buzz of an immortal. "Do you feel that?" she asked just as Methos stiffened, "How…?" he asked and she shook her head, eyes scanning. "Later Adam." He nodded and his eyes moved slowly, trying to pinpoint the feeling and hoping against hope that it was Duncan or Richie.
Buffy suddenly dragged Methos down the street and into the local museum. She quickly paid and they walked inside. "Anything?" she asked and he shook his head. "No."
"You should see their collection of dresses Sweetie!" Buffy said, putting on her dumb blonde act. Methos nodded and smiled at her, "Anything for you, my Peach!" he said and laughed as Buffy pretended to gag.
They wandered aimlessly until Buffy spied early Indian artifacts of the Haida tribe and enthusiastically dragged Methos with her. "Willow would love this." She exclaimed.
Methos put his hands in his pockets and noticed that they had this part of the gallery to themselves. He looked back at Buffy and stepped forward to stop her as she walked up to a Haida heraldic totem pole and gently touched it.
Suddenly there was a flash and a Haida Shaman stood before them.
"Slayer." He spoke, his voice deep.
Buffy stepped back, "Ok. Not a little weirdness."
The Shaman stepped to her and took her hands, "Protect my daughter."
"Um ok. I don't know her do I?" She asked hesitantly.
"Protect my daughter." He said more emphatically and Buffy's eyes went wide.
"Oohh." Buffy nodded, "New Slayer".
The Shaman turned to Methos, "Protect the Slayer, Ancient one." Methos nodded, "I will."
The lights flashed and the Shaman disappeared. Buffy's head swiveled but there was no one around. "Enough weirdness. We'll need to check the security tapes. Normally apparitions don't appear on video but we can't be too careful." Buffy said and Methos nodded, "I'll call Duncan, we'll take care of it." he replied quietly and she nodded as they left the museum.
Methos pulled up in front of Buffy's apartment. She got out and came around to his side of the car for a passionate kiss. She waved and walked upstairs to her apartment.
Dropping her coat on the couch she picked up her phone and dialed Giles, "Giles, call me." Was the message she left for him, then she called Richie.
"Richie, I need two favors. Oh I know you're studying for exams but I need a ride.." suddenly Buffy felt the buzz of an immortal and was hit from behind, knocking her unconscious.
"Buffy?" came Richie's voice from the phone, and all he heard was, "Good Bye forever." Then the dial tone.
