Methos checked them into a local bed and breakfast. Buffy dragged off her ruined blazer and dropped it on the floor. She kicked off her boots and flopped onto the king sized canopy bed with a sigh.

            "I think I could sleep for a week." She said and closed her eyes. Methos wearily pulled off his trashed shirt and dropped it onto Buffy's blazer and sank onto the bed beside her. He leaned back and lay on his side, gently playing with her soft hair.

            "So, do you know why the quickenings like to pick me up and drop me and why I can recognize your buzz from any other immortal and why the hell I can even feel the buzz in the first place, and who is Methos?" she finished and opened her eyes to look into Methos' widened eyes.

            "Well, that was…long." He replied and she pushed him off of the bed.

            "Hey." He protested, after landing on the thick Persian carpet. Buffy leaned over the side of the bed, "Big baby." She smiled at him, he looked like a male model, sexy chest bare against the bright colors of the rug.

            "Why what?" he asked in innocence and Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes, "Denial. I hear it's a river in Egypt." This was said with disgust and Methos laughed heartily, "I lived there for awhile, dirty river filled with alligators." He said.

            Buffy pouted and he smiled softly and sat up, cupping her face in his hand. "Buffy, my real name is Methos, I'm over 5000 years old and I've never seen the quickening do what it does to you. I can only surmise that it has to do with your being the Slayer."

            Buffy never even blinked. "So that's why the Shaman called you that at the museum." She seemed to think for a moment before a mischievous grin crossed her face, "Can I call you my 'old man'?"

            "No." he said shortly and Buffy leaned forward and kissed him. "Didn't I hear they had a large garden tub in the bathroom?" she asked and watched his eyes heat up. "We should try it out." All seriousness in his voice and Buffy grinned, "What are you waiting for old man?" and she jumped up off the bed with a squeal as Methos chased her into the bathroom.

            Later Methos was lying against the back of the tub with Buffy tucked in front of him, leaning against his chest. The warm water lapped around them and smelled citrusy. Methos had insisted on something that wouldn't make him feel like a sissy and Buffy had teased him unmercifully.

            Buffy's eyes were closed and she was totally relaxed. As she lay there against Methos she felt his cock start to harden against her back and wiggled gently, causing him to take a deep breath. Buffy smiled and moved away and turned to face him, kneeling between his legs. He arched an eyebrow and then closed his eyes and moaned as she settled over him, impaling herself on him and they both groaned. She leaned closer, her mouth hovering over his when he suddenly gripped her hips and began thrusting. She placed her hands on his shoulders and met his thrusts with her own wild movements. Over and over he thrust, watching the bubbles drift over her chest as the water sloshed from their enthusiastic lovemaking. Her eyes were closed and she suddenly arched her back and cried out. He could feel her squeeze him and thrust one last time with a grunt and flooded her with himself.

            Buffy moaned and sank into the water, sitting on his lap, her forehead resting on his collarbone. He took his hand and tilted her chin up to meet his eyes, "You are becoming truly important to me Buffy Summers." His cultured British voice was low and caused her heart to flutter in reaction.

            "Same goes." She said and kissed him passionately, all tongue and teeth. He cupped her face with both hands and deepened the kiss until they leaned back gasping, both hot for each other. Staring at each other in shock they sat there until a knock at the door made Buffy jump.

            "Damn." Buffy said and carefully got out of the tub, her skin pink from the hot water and sex. She ran a comb through her hair, grabbed her robe, and belted it quickly then walked to the door.

            Opening the door the lady who owned the house gave Buffy a package and a smile. Buffy frowned at the package before realizing it was for Adam Pierson from an architectural firm in London.

            He walked through the door nude and glanced at he package, "What is it?" She silently handed it to him. He sighed in annoyance and ripped it open, then cursed. "I thought I hired a competent architect but it seems the buffoon cannot make a decision without me holding his hand." He threw the package on the table then grabbed his cell phone.

            "Frederick Bayard please. It's Adam Pierson." He stood there tapping his foot and looking incredibly pissed and incredibly sexy. Buffy walked to the window to get herself under control, 'she wasn't a damn rabbit for crying out loud'. She turned as he spoke again.

            "Bayard, what seems to be the problem now? Yes, I want the stone to match on the outside. The stone came from a quarry in Wales, and I know for a fact that it's still in operation. It's in Llanwy, check the internet, I'm sure they have a site. Yes, I will fly there as soon as I can." He suddenly gulped as Buffy decided that self control wasn't an issue and dropped her robe, standing naked in front of him.

            "I'll call you back." He turned off the phone and carefully laid it on the nightstand.

            "Teach me something new." She asked and he immediately became aroused and nodded helplessly. "Anything." He promised and she smiled.