Methos was travel weary and had missed Buffy almost more than he could stand. When he finally arrived at the B&B he had dumped his things in the room and went to look for Buffy. Mrs. Neely told him that Buffy was in the backyard.
It was early summer and school was almost out. Everything in the garden was lush and green. Peonies, larkspur and roses showed off in explosions of color and the smell was intoxicating. There, in a patch of sunlight, Buffy was asleep on her stomach, on a towel.
Methos stared hungrily then came forward and knelt in the grass beside her. Her ocean green bikini was untied at the neck and back so she could have a tan without lines. He smoothed his hand gently down the curve of her back and was rewarded by a sleepy hum.
Buffy woke slowly to Methos mouth on her back, moving up with kisses and nibbles, his buzz a welcome feeling in her head.
"You're back."
"Mmm." He hummed against her back, causing her to wriggle. "Tie my top up and I'll give you a hug." She asked and he tied her bikini top back up, "Oh darn. I was hoping for the topless look." He joked as she turned and wrapped him in a hug.
Mrs. Neely sighed as she watched from the kitchen window. They were such a handsome couple. She walked back over and sat down, thinking about her husband of 57 years she had lost last year. "Oh Chet, days like this I miss you." She murmured and sipped her tea.
"I missed you." Methos said, unconsciously echoing Mrs. Neely and cupped Buffy's face.
"Then show me how much." Buffy whispered. His mouth met hers and the kiss was fiery. He drank her in, feeling like his emotions were drowning in that one kiss.
He pulled back and took her hand, linking their fingers and they walked up to their room. When he shut the door he stopped to admire the bikini and what was in it. "That is a lovely color."
"It reminded me of your eyes." She said and untied the top, letting it fall to the floor.
"That is even lovelier." His eyes were hot with desire and Buffy gave him a look. "Let's see who missed the other the most." She challenged. She watched as he shucked his clothes with lightening speed and strode over to her. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him for an open mouthed kiss, before dragging her down to the carpet and removing her bikini bottoms, replacing the fabric with his hot mouth.
Buffy's mind was reeling, feeling his tongue licking her most intimate area, feeling and sensations exploding lights behind her eyes.
"Methos.." she moaned and he gave a final nuzzle then made his way up her body, then plunged into her, causing her to gasp. Their fingers linked and they held on as they loved each hard and thoroughly before they climaxed.
He sighed and she trembled from the aftermath of their passion. He looked at her, suddenly struck by the realization that London wasn't important anymore, in fact all he needed was right here in his arms. He panicked, after Alexa he wasn't ready for the rollercoaster of emotions sweeping through him at the moment.
"Welcome back." She smiled up at him and he suddenly looked unhappy.
"Not welcome home?" he asked. His emotions were in a swirl of confusion and anxiety.
Buffy frowned up at him, as he rolled off of her and to the side, not meeting her eyes.
"Methos, I thought you have a permanent home. In London? Remember, crazy architect guy needed his hand held?" Buffy said and he sat up and shook his head sharply.
"So this is a fling for you. When I leave you'll move on to someone else? Duncan maybe?" he snapped and Buffy stood up.
"Ok, Bellingham is my home now, you're the visitor. I already assumed that I was something temporary for you and I thought I was ok with that." Her throat hurt with the sign of impending tears, she started gathering up her things and tossing them into a gym bag. As she began to get dressed she started to talk, "I am so not discussing this now. I'm going to my apartment. I need some space and you need to decide what you want." Buffy finished dressing, grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
"Buffy, I'm sorry I didn't mean.." Methos stammered, his heart starting to beat in panic.
"So NOT discussing this now! I'll see you tonight if you are coming to Seattle, unless you change your mind about that too." Her voice was harsh and she left, quietly shutting the door behind her.
"Bloody hell." Methos said and threw himself back on the bed in dejection.
Mrs. Neely looked up to see a thoroughly unhappy Buffy come down the stair with her bag. "Thanks for having me invade your home Mrs. Neely." Then she walked out of the door, her back straight.
"Oh Dear." Murmured Mrs. Neely.
