Buffy took a deep breath, pinched her cheeks and walked into the living room.
Methos took one look at her and felt the earth move, sound stop, his heart stop. She was so beautiful. He met her eyes and saw his feelings reflected in hers. He walked over to her, handed her a single red calla lily and kissed her gently. He pulled back, their lips lingering then parting reluctantly. Everything felt new somehow for him, which was saying a lot considering his age.
Buffy admired how hot Methos looked. He was wearing dress pants in dark gray and a dark purple, almost black silk shirt, tucked in. It would be a perfect frame for her gift to him.
The couple stood staring and Dawn rolled her eyes, "Hey, don't you have to be somewhere?" she asked and Methos smiled, "Thanks Dawnie. Ready?" he asked and Buffy nodded.
"Have a good time!" Willow called as the couple left and Dawn sighed.
"Didn't it look like he had had a lobotomy when he saw her?" Duncan asked, and they exploded into laughter.
Buffy was struck by the 'shys' and Methos was quiet as well on the drive. He was almost painfully, physically aware of Buffy and so nervous that he didn't say anything for fear of jumping her or saying something stupid. He was surprised to find his hands were trembling slightly, desire warring with impatience churning his gut.
Buffy looked at the visibly nervous man beside her and calmed down. She loved him, he loved her and she had kick ass underwear on that was guaranteed to blow his synapses. Life was good.
He pulled up to the B & B and walked around to open Buffy's door. It was very nearly dark and the stars were just beginning to come out. He led her to the back yard and to the gazebo that was lit up with tiny white lights, there was the faintest sound of wind chimes singing in the trees.
"Methos!" she gasped in delight and he relaxed.
"My lady." He bowed and helped her step up into the gazebo. She sat down and stared into his gorgeous hazel eyes, lit up by the candles on the table and the fairy lights. He bent and kissed her hungrily, before summoning his control and pulling away.
"Food first." He said, a little shakily and she nodded mutely.
Mrs. Neely came out with two bowls. "Hello Buffy, how nice to see you." She smiled and Buffy smiled back. "Hi Mrs. Neely."
"Here's the first course." She set the bowls down and moved back into the house.
Buffy looked down, then smiled. "Methos." She said softly, the emotions chasing across her face.
"Chicken and stars. Gourmet fare." He joked and Buffy giggled.
Buffy took a spoonful and smiled, "What is your favorite color?" she asked and he looked startled.
Methos sat back and considered, "Probably purple. Connections to royalty and such. Yours?"
"Yellow." (a/n I don't know her fave color so work with me here.)
He took a spoonful of the soup and grimaced, "Well, it won't poison me."
"Methos, you're a snob!" she chided, humor in her voice.
"Oh, you bet."
"What is your favorite season?" he countered and Buffy smiled, "Summer." He laughed, "Hm, what a surprise California girl."
Buffy lay her spoon down, "What's yours?" Her eyes were shining with humor and more.
He lay his spoon down and rested his elbows on the table to consider, "England and Wales in the fall, Hawaii in the summer, Paris in the spring and Vermont in the winter." He said and watched the smile bloom over her face. "You've been everywhere haven't you?" she asked, a little in awe and he smiled, "I've had a lot of time on my hands."
"Were you ever lonely?" she asked.
"Many times, though I have been married over 67 times." He said and waited for the shock on her face. He wasn't disappointed.
"Wow! Wow. Oh wow." the number was almost mind numbing. "What do you see in me?" she asked puzzled.
"Oh Buffy." He sighed, "Your strength, your beauty, your perverted sense of humor." He grinned at her, watching her roll her eyes. He looked at the house and Mrs. Neely came out with their salads. She quietly took the soup away and went to watch out the window.
Buffy speared some salad and regarded him. "When is your birthday?"
"Um, sometime this month I believe." He said and Buffy smiled brightly.
"Oh good, here." She handed him a jewelers box and he looked at it. "What's this?" his eyes met hers.
"Open it." She said reasonably.
His hand shook slightly as he opened the cover of the box. Inside was a sterling silver cross, in a Gaelic design. It was on a finely worked masculine chain and was excellent craftsmanship.
"It's good luck to wear a cross, especially when you date a Slayer." She remarked. He smiled at that bit of wisdom and placed it around his neck, where it lay perfectly framed on his chest. "Thank you Sweet, this means the world to me."
Buffy wanted nothing more at that moment to see him in the cross and nothing else.
Mrs. Neely came out with plates of veal and seasoned rice and took the salads. The night was deepening and the wind chimes sang softly in the trees.
Buffy eyed the plate suspiciously, "This isn't baby cow is it?"
"No!" Methos promptly replied, "Prime rib." He lied. No point in making her upset.
As they continued to eat she asked another question, "What is your religion?"
He chewed his veal, took a sip of wine and swallowed. "I've always been a Believer, a Christian if you will. I knew Methuselah, and saw this strong belief in God." He shrugged. "What about you?" He asked.
"I know there is a God, so I believe." Buffy said simply. They both dug into their meal and Buffy took a pea and flicked it at him, his expression making her giggle when he picked it up and popped it in his mouth.
"Do you want children?" Buffy asked.
Methos went quiet, "Immortals can't have children. Though I have adopted several over the years." He said, seeing her eyes darken.
"Oh."
They ate silently for a few minutes when he asked her a question, "Now that you aren't the only Slayer, what do you want to do?"
She placed her fork down and was very pale, "That's an question for another time, alright." The answer depended on him but she wasn't ready to ask the question.
"I'm sorry, are you ok?" He asked in concern, taking her hand and she nodded and sipped her wine.
She steadied herself and smiled, "What is your favorite thing to do?"
He raised an eyebrow at her and she shook her head repressively, "Besides that. Men, only one thing on their minds." She muttered and finished her rice.
"I enjoy reading, travel, making money, buying things…I think that's it." he said after a moment, "What about you?"
Buffy tapped her wine glass with a nail thoughtfully, "Being with my friends, shopping, sleeping in, going to the beach."
Mrs. Neely chose that moment to come out with a big crystal bowl of strawberries and chocolate and removed their plates, walking back to the house quickly.
"Oooh. This is what I like!" Buffy said enthusiastically and took a strawberry, dipping it in white chocolate before taking a seductive bite, humming with pleasure.
Methos' mouth went dry with desire and the blood drained into his lap.
Buffy licked her fingers and as her eyes met his, she froze. He looked like he was about to pounce, and Buffy felt light headed with desire. She finished licking her fingers, very slowly, aware that all of his attention was on her mouth and fingers.
"So, do you think we can take these upstairs with us?" She asked.
Methos stood abruptly, and pulled her out of her seat with a jerk. He pulled her against his body, touching from chest to thigh and kissed her passionately. She responded aggressively to him, biting his lower lip and causing him to moan and jerk his hips against hers. She licked his lip soothingly and he pulled back.
"Up stairs." He growled and she nodded and he quickly took her up to their room. He kissed her again but she pulled back, "I've something else for you." She said. "My heart can't take anymore," he began to protest when her dress dropped to the floor. She stood there in her heels, a lacy push up bra and lace thong panties in siren red, nothing else.
Methos moaned, "Buffy."
He quickly undressed and was soon standing in front of her like in her fantasy, nothing but his cross. Oh yeah. Reality was better than fantasy.
He kissed her then cupped her bottom, pulling her against his hard cock and they moaned together. He quickly undressed her, admiring the miniscule scraps of material with a grin. He sank to his knees, bringing her down with him, then laid her on her back and slowly entered her, torturing her and himself. He pulled out and thrust back in, over and over, both of them crying out in passion, their bodies in sync with each other. He swallowed her cries of completion, and came inside her with a moan. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath when Buffy wriggled. "The floor is hard." He shakily stood, lifted her off of the floor with a pretend grunt, "You've gained a bit of weight, have you?"
"Hey, not nice!" Buffy protested and shrieked as he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed.
She rolled to her side and he prepared to get into the bed, "You made me leave the chocolate and strawberries downstairs." She pouted and he kissed her lingeringly.
"I will go in search of your strawberries Sweet." He dragged on his slacks, and threw on the shirt without buttoning it and padded barefoot downstairs. He fingered the box in his pocket thoughtfully as He walked into the kitchen, startling Mrs. Neely who was sipping a cup of tea and reading a gardening magazine.
"Adam! Is there anything you need?" she asked and he grinned and blushed slightly, "Can we get the strawberries and chocolate?" he asked.
She laughed, "Ah, was in a bit of a rush, were we? Of course dear, let me get those." She went to the fridge, took out a plastic bowl and poured the strawberries back into the crystal bowl and was about to hand it to him when he said, "just a second." He pulled out the box, and opened it, taking out the necklace inside.
"Adam, that is beautiful." She exclaimed as he held it up to the light. It was a drop necklace, with a heart shaped diamond for the drop, at the end of the golden chain. "Do you think she'll like it?" he asked, anxious for a woman's view.
"She'll be over the moon." She replied as he laid it on top of the strawberries. "Thanks for everything Mrs. Neely." He smiled and kissed the old lady who blushed with pleasure.
"Oh you, if I was 50 years younger I'd give her a run for her money."
Methos smiled, "You'd still be too young for me Mrs. Neely." And she laughed delightedly.
He smiled as he walked up the stairs, nerves running with tension. He walked into the room and she smiled as he handed her the strawberries and sat the chocolate on the night stand. He halfway turned so he could see her face as he began to undress and saw the moment she noticed the necklace.
"Methos.." she whispered as she held it up, twinkling in the lamplight. He walked over, kneeling beside the bed.
"Buffy, that is my heart I give to you." He said. Her face glowed and her eyes sparkled with tears.
He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a gentle kiss, "I love you Buffy."
"You already know that I love you….old man." She teased gently.
"Very funny."
