The elevator door opened and Buffy leaned out, looking both ways and then helped Methos out and into their room. As soon as the door closed she held up a hand, "Let me get some trash bags." She returned with several bags and laid them on the floor except one.

            She helped him out of the clothes and placed everything into a trash bag, then helped him to the shower, turning it on. He stepped in with a sigh, leaning both hands against the side as the water sluiced over him, taking the blood down the drain. Buffy undressed and dropped her clothes into the same trash bag. When Methos turned his head and saw Buffy his eyes lit up at her nude body.

            "Like ewww. Wait until you're cleaner." She scolded and he pouted. Buffy walked over and started the bath, pouring something nice smelling into it, watching it bubble up. She glanced back at Methos and saw the blood was gone and turned off the water in the shower. She helped him into the bath and he sighed. "This is heaven." His muscles start to loosen almost immediately, and he dunked his head under the water.

            "Hey, this smells like girly stuff!" he complained. Buffy smiled, "Trust me, the lemon takes the smell of blood away."

            "Good to know."

            Buffy left him to soak in the bath, pulling a fluffy white robe around her self before making several phone calls.

            "Angel? I have him."

            "Is he ok?" Angel asked in concern.

            "He's peachy, just soaking in the tub, complaining about the girly smell of the bubble bath."

            Angel laughed, "Poor guy, you're so mean."

            "Tell Giles we'll be ok and not to worry."  Buffy hung up and called the front desk.

            "Oui, ici Miss Summers in the Grand Suite. I was wondering if the suite next to me was vacant. It is? Please put that on our account as well. We have unexpected guests arriving this afternoon. Duncan McLeod and his wife. Yes, thank you. Oh, please call when they arrive. Merci."

            She wandered over to the tub and knelt down, "How are you?"

            "Much cleaner." His eyes met hers, "I am hungry though."

            "Your wish is my command." There was a knock at the door and Buffy smiled, "See?"

            As Buffy checked on breakfast, Methos shakily climbed out of the tub, drying himself off and walking to the mirror. He combed his hair, put on a matching robe and joined Buffy at the table. She poured him a tall orange juice and said, "Drink." He obediently drank it all and she poured him some more.

            Buffy watched in satisfaction as he devoured the food on the table, including seconds. As he sat back with a satisfied sigh and she eyed him thoughtfully.

            "Well, since you ate everything except the tablecloth, tell me something."

            "Ok." He asked warily.

            "Can you tell me what they did?"

            He met her eyes and saw how much she had suffered, "I was out for most of it, except the shoulders that is. Damn, did that hurt." He said, rubbing a shoulder in remembrance.

            " Ha ha, spill." Her arms were crossed and she glared mightily.

            "Ok, I bought a paper, was heading to the bakery when the world went dark. Though I do remember thinking I forgot my sword upstairs." He shook his head and Buffy sighed, "How you made it this long is simply a miracle. Oh, and by the way, you're paying for the suite next door too." She stood up and put everything back on the tray while he gaped at her.

            "Why?"

            "Duncan and Faith will be here in a couple of hours. We're going to clean up Paris."

            "Oh great, the Highlander will never let me live this down." Methos groaned.

            "Too late for dignity now."

            "Are you going to bring this up to bug me too?"

            "Oh, you betcha. Now, we have a couple of hours to kill, what do you suppose we should do with all of that free time?" Buffy asked, a glint in her eye as she looked at Methos.

            "I feel stronger already." Methos said and stood. He walked around the table and took her into his arms, kissing her senseless.

            Pulling back Buffy took his hand and led him to the bed. She untied her robe and let it drop to the floor, then undid his and pushed it off his shoulders and onto the floor.

            "Let me do this for you." She whispered. He could only swallow hard and nod mutely. His eyes closed as her hands traced the muscles of his chest, over his nipples and down his ribs.

            She kissed him, gently nipping his bottom lip, causing him to gasp, then laugh. Her lips them moved down his chest, tongue twirling his nipples, alternately biting or kissing as she moved down. Her hands moved down to caress his cock and his legs began to shake. "You make me weak." He moaned and she pushed him back onto the bed. She arranged him more comfortably on the bed and moved down and began to rub his feet.

            "Mmm, almost better than sex." He said and she laughed softly and began to move inexorably upwards. Her lips trailed up his legs, she bent his knees and kissed the back of them and then nipped, causing him to jump. "Hey." He complained halfheartedly.

            She kept moving up and came to his already hard cock and licked the end of it before engulfing him with her hot wet mouth.

            "Buffy!" He yelped and then groaned as she licked up and down his length.

            By now Buffy was hot and eager for him. She placed a hand on the either side of his head, her hair hanging down, brushing his face. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself, slowly, ever so slowly. He watched as she rode him, his hands gripping her hips to guide her up and down his shaft. Her eyes were closed as she felt the sensations build.

            "Methos." She gasped his name and tightened impossibly and he thrust and filled her with himself. The universe tilted and belonged to them.

            Mac and Faith were over the Atlantic in the Concorde. It was nighttime still and the passengers were all asleep. Faith had been toying with Duncan the entire trip, leaving him in a state of constant arousal and frustration.

            He was looking out the window when she leaned over, brushing her breast over his hyper sensitive arm, causing him to groan. He stood abruptly, almost rapping his head on the low ceiling and glared at Faith. "I'll be right back."

            He strode to the bathroom and walked in, forgetting to lock the door. He stared at himself in the mirror and smiled wryly. He didn't know why he was fighting Faith so hard, they were both consenting adults. The door opened quietly behind him and Mac stared into Faith's eyes and she tucked herself in the bathroom and locked the door.

            "Hey."

            "Faith." He groaned, "I wasn't expecting company."

            "Mac, quit whining. I've been trying to get you in here for two solid hours." Her hands were busy with her belt, then the waistband of her leather pants, before sliding them down to the floor and stepping out of them. Mac very slowly turned around, his eyes roaming her smooth skin and her baby smooth crotch. He closed his eyes and swallowed, then jerked them open again as her hands unbuttoned his slacks, gently rubbing him through the fabric.

            "I'm going to make you a member of the 'mile high club'. She whispered wickedly and Mac's control snapped. He jerked Faith against him, his cock rubbing against her smooth mound, causing them both to moan quietly into each other's mouth. He gripped her thighs and lifted her with a jerk, sliding her onto his erection and captured her mouth at the same time.

            It was only a few strong strokes until they both came, her with a repressed scream, and he with a moan.

            "Are you finally satisfied?" he whispered in exasperation.

            "For now." They cleaned up and she wiggled around getting her leather pants back on, making him crazy. Faith unlocked the door and peered cautiously out, before sauntering back to her seat. Mac stayed for another minute, reliving the moment shamelessly with a smile before quietly walking back to join her.

            Methos was feeling almost 100%. He tried to convince himself anyway, another meal and a couple of hours would be better. Buffy was finishing up her shower when there was a knock at the door.

            "Buffy, they're here!" He yelled before opening the door to see Duncan wrapped around a brunette.

            Methos was highly amused at watching his friend trying to swallow this girl alive. Buffy came up behind him and gaped.

            "Faith? Let Mac breath, for crying out loud." She said with exasperation.

            Duncan and Faith reluctantly pulled apart, suddenly aware of their audience. Both Methos and Buffy smiled, and Faith moved past Methos to give Buffy a hard hug.

            "Hey B, how's tricks?" she asked brightly and Buffy laughed. "Better now that you're here." Faith turned to look at Methos up and down, "Well well. He looks mighty fine after going a round with vamps."

            Methos chuckled. Buffy's description was on the money about Faith. Wild one fit. He held out his hand, "Adam Pierson."

            "Faith Wilkins, the better Slayer." She replied shaking his hand firmly, totally deadpan.

            "Hah." Buffy said, but without heat.

            Mac and Methos shook hands, "I'm glad you're alright old man." Mac said quietly and Buffy said, "For a damn fool who forgot his weapon."

            "Buffy." Methos whined and Mac looked at him in some surprise, "That's not like you."

            "No kidding?" Methos asked sarcastically, throwing an object d' art at Buffy which she caught with ease and set on the table by her and Faith.

            "Buffy found me." He said quietly and Mac winced, "I'll talk to her when she gets home." Mac said quietly. Both men knew that Buffy could open up about Methos better to Mac. Neither realized that it wouldn't be that easy.

            Faith looked at her fellow slayer seriously, "Ok B. What's the plan for tonight?"

            "We are going to take out every vamp we see in Paris, including the head vamp and make sure he pays. In dust."

            "Revenge, that's a word I understand." Faith said with practicality in her voice.