No, I shouldn't be kissing him - oh my God, it feels so nice. No!
It takes effort, but I manage to pull away, but I can't stop a little whimper from escaping me when my lips get torn from his. I pause a little while to catch my breath, and when I finally manage to open my eyes, Methos is glaring at me in silent reproach, asking me why I stopped with those changeable eyes.
I have no reason or excuse, but this, "I can't"
"Can't, or won't?" He returns.
"Either, both, none take your pick." He takes a deep breath as preparing for a great fight, but lets it out in a great sigh instead. In a calm voice, that I suspect is a lie, he asks a question, which on the surface seems simple, but in truth is incredibly complicated -"Why?"
I think about my answer, about how to phrase it properly so that it does not sound like pity, and say "Call me a boy scout if you want, but you're hurting and I wont take advantage of that just so I can jump into bed with you." It would hurt too much, to see you get up in the morning and leave with casual wave and a 'it's been fun'.
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
"MacLeod, as much as I appreciate the concern for my mental state of mind, I'll be fine. The only thing I want form you now, is your lips on mine, and your body, and my body doing delicious things to each other." Shit.
It takes effort, but I manage to pull away, but I can't stop a little whimper from escaping me when my lips get torn from his. I pause a little while to catch my breath, and when I finally manage to open my eyes, Methos is glaring at me in silent reproach, asking me why I stopped with those changeable eyes.
I have no reason or excuse, but this, "I can't"
"Can't, or won't?" He returns.
"Either, both, none take your pick." He takes a deep breath as preparing for a great fight, but lets it out in a great sigh instead. In a calm voice, that I suspect is a lie, he asks a question, which on the surface seems simple, but in truth is incredibly complicated -"Why?"
I think about my answer, about how to phrase it properly so that it does not sound like pity, and say "Call me a boy scout if you want, but you're hurting and I wont take advantage of that just so I can jump into bed with you." It would hurt too much, to see you get up in the morning and leave with casual wave and a 'it's been fun'.
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
"MacLeod, as much as I appreciate the concern for my mental state of mind, I'll be fine. The only thing I want form you now, is your lips on mine, and your body, and my body doing delicious things to each other." Shit.