Methos, having yet to calm down enough to even think about Adam Pierson, shut his truck off and locked the doors. "We have to talk. Here or in there. The choice is yours."
Kanika eyed him a slight moment before unlocking her door and climbing out. She said not a word as he followed her. Unlocking her room, she motioned him inside. "What now, Old Man?"
"What is it you are not telling me? Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with Byron." He sat down on the double bed. She sighed and walked to the window. He watched her closely for any sign of what type of information she was with-holding. He did not like her demeanor.
"I have been experiencing dreams. Premonitions, if you would. They seem to come to light if I ignore them. So, I came here seeking you out because I know something bad is to happen. You are not necessarily the one causing the damage or the one in danger. The Highlander and a young man are involved, as well as Mr. Dawson. A demon is afoot, Methos. I can feel it in my soul, my bones, on my skin. All four of you must be careful."
"And you couldn't have had Amanda relay the message? That's not all, Sagira." Methos continued to watch her. She neither looked at him nor spoke for a lengthy time. Just as he started to stand, she broke the silence.
"I am being chased. Someone is after me. Someone who doesn't play fair or alone. I have barely escaped twice now. Even with my guard up, they corner me. I don't know who they are. I don't know what they want. They have control of things most mortals think of as hocus pocus. I am afraid they may have the ears of gods better left dead to the current world. Frankly, I am worried what they want me for. I wonder if I am the only one they are searching for. I have no idea how to stop them no matter what the answers." She lowered her eyes from the window to the floor. "I really should have phoned or something. I have put you in danger. You hate being placed into a remotely dangerous situation. Should have thought about that, I guess."
Methos did stand after this. He went to her and held her tightly. "I love you, you know. If MacLeod had done this . . . Yeah, I would have been upset. But you? Never. You are actually one of the few things I would hand my head over to protect." He took her chin into his hand. Tilting her head up, he came to a quick epiphany. He could very well give her exactly what she wanted, if not more. "Kanika . . ."
"Please? I want it so much it hurts. You are the only one I have ever wanted." She eased up and captured his lips, gently. He did not respond verbally, whether it be because her lips prevented doing so or the fact that he had no rebuttal. However, he gradually responded to her kiss. They stood locked together for many minutes. Time meant nothing to them. Eventually, she pulled back. "Methos, I don't want you to . . ."
"Trust me. I can very well do this. I want to, for you and for me." He leaned in first this time. The kiss was shorter and more heated. "Are you sure you can do this?" He asked as he pressed his forehead to hers.
"With you. I trust you. Just take it slow. Show me how to do it right. Show me that this can be a mutual act." She moved her head to his shoulder and kissed his neck. His head fell back. He stared at the ceiling a moment as the pleasure washed over him. Still, his mind could not stop analyzing the situation. Here he stood with his pupil, daughter, sister, best friend. The same young woman he had watched grow; that he had raised as his own for so long. He had taught her so much. Why not teach her this, too?
Methos realized he had always found her attractive. How could he not? But, how would their relationship change? Would they still want this come dawn? If so, then what? He had never been with another Immortal in commitment. He was not sure he could hold down to that long of a commitment. Though, in essence he had always been committed to her. Just not romantically. Would things really change that much?
He hadn't realized he had been thinking so long until he noticed she was no longer kissing his neck but looking at him inquisitively. "If this is going to be a . . ." She started when she knew he was paying attention to her.
"No, I was just thinking about . . . Never mind. Shall we?" He asked despite knowing the question might take away from the activities to follow.
Kanika only nodded and kissed his nose. He smirked at her attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Then, he took his turn to neck with her. Starting at her jaw, he slowly nibbled, licked, and sucked his way to the baggy neck of her sweater. "This has got to go," he announced before sliding his hands slowly up her sides underneath. They skimmed over her breasts with barely there caresses to her nipples. His hands continued on up her arms until his hands came out to join hers. He let his mouth fall from her neck long enough to comment. "I believe you and I could fit in this thing along with MacLeod."
"Sorry, he's not invited," she whispered back huskily just before catching his lips. His mouth had no trouble finding its way back to her neck. Then, he ducked down and stuck his head under her sweater. She nearly lost her balance when his mouth sought and found a nipple through her black lace bra. Methos brought his arms down hers massaging them with his fingers in a small circular pattern. He continued his massage down to her waist where he unbuttoned her pants then slid his hands down the back.
Switching to the other nipple, Methos started to nibble. Kanika bucked into him and only his firm grasp on her ass kept her from falling backwards. "Methos . . ." The name was a soft moan. He smiled against her breast before trailing kisses up her sternum. He reluctantly let go of her ass to remove her sweater. She sighed in relief as the fabric was thrown across the room. The sweater had been most hot and confining, despite being large enough for both of them to fit.
Methos took a half step back to look at her. He suddenly noticed just how beautiful she really was. He also knew this was the last chance for them to stop. Not wanting to upset by asking, he just looked her over for a slight moment. If she was going to back out, he wanted to give her the chance. The superficial frown that was beginning to appear told him he either had to press forward or duck a punch. He chose the former.
With shaking hands, whether from anticipation, trepidation, or something else he couldn't pinpoint, Methos unclasped her bra. A tiny gasp escaped him as the lace slid down her arms and fell to the floor. Suddenly hesitant, he slowly took a gentle grasp of each breast. Kanika moaned and arched forward as his thumbs skimmed across her nipples. He again took to kissing her neck, continuing where the sweater had previously prevented.
Feeling underdressed compared to Methos, Kanika slowly pushed his shirt up and off before blindly throwing it to join hers. As Methos continued to assault her neck, jaw, ears, and shoulders; Kanika pulled her nails delicately over his nicely defined yet not exactly chiseled chest. She smirked at his ability to truly hide beneath his clothes. A gasp turned moan broke from her as his hands pushed her pants away so he could easily knead her ass and upper thighs. She stepped from her khakis, kicking them away. She felt silly standing there in her black lace thong and boots, but she was quickly forgetting everything but the man before her and what he was doing.
Taking a firm grip, Methos lifted her off the floor and held her tightly against him. Her arms automatically wound behind his neck for balance. So, he moved his hands down her legs, coaxing them to wrap around his waist. She moaned and arched as she met the rough texture of his jeans and the hardness straining against them. Methos ground his teeth together as she rubbed his erection. He turned them around and settled them down onto the bed. She raked her nails up his back as he ground into her, causing him to arch back. Her nails trailed over his shoulder and down over his nipples, stopping when a strangled sound emitted from his throat. Kanika ran her nails over his nipples again, smirking when the sound repeated.
She slid down the bed, rubbing his erection the whole way, until her mouth was even with his sensitive buds. Smirk still in place, she latched onto one and rolled it between her teeth as she sucked for all her worth. Moans, groans, and whimpering squeezed from Methos' throat as she began pinching and teasing his other nipple. She licked her way up to his mouth once she thought his nipples could take no more abuse.
His mouth met hers hungrily. They dueled with tongues for as long as their air supplies would allow. "You have always been a fast learner," Methos panted. She responded by arching up against his enclosed erection. His hiss was all the incentive she needed to wrap her legs back around his waist and grind into him. He grabbed her hips to halt the motion. "Not yet."
She mock pouted up at him as he slid her boots and socks from her feet. Then, he pulled away her last remaining clothing. Starting at her toes, Methos licked and suckled his way up one leg then the other. He paid extra attention to her sensitive hips. She bucked in an attempt to receive contact in the one spot he was avoiding. "Methos . . ." The groan brought a smug look to his face. The look grew as she kicked him in the ass in frustration.
Finally, he tentatively licked at her clit. She reacted as he had foreseen, bucking completely off the bed. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued to lick her. She whispered nonsense, whimpered, and begged. She nearly came off the bed again when his tongue lowered to penetrate her. Her hold on his head tightened. He had to grab her hips to prevent her from losing control.
Kanika writhed upon the bed as Methos continued to draw the pleasure out. Just as she felt the pleasure near its peak, he pulled away. A cry of frustration emerged from every part of Kanika. "Sorry, love, but you did want me to take it slow. I don't want you to have all the fun, anyhow." He smirked down at her. "This is your last chance . . ."
"You cannot be seriously asking me if I want to stop! There's no fucking way you are stopping!" She grabbed his head and brought there mouths together yet again, and again she ground their hips together. "Please, Methos," she pleaded. He made short work of his shoes, socks, pants and boxers.
"This may hurt. If you want me to stop, for any reason, tell me." He locked eyes with her and she nodded. He positioned his cock then slowly eased inside. Her head fell back and pushed against the mattress. Her mouth was open and her eyes tightly closed. She spread her legs as far as she could, wanting as much contact as she could receive. Once he was fully inside, she again wrapped her legs about him. He remained still, not wanting to go too fast for her. He waited for her to make the first move. She stayed still as well enjoying the feel of the fullness he gave her. Eventually, she pulled back and pushed forward, telling him to finish. Slowly, Methos rocked in and out of Kanika. He could not remember ever feeling so enclosed or experiencing such pleasure despite having been with countless women. Kanika did something to him no other woman had, and he had no idea what it was.
Kanika had never felt so full. She had actually never realized how empty she had been. Methos filled in more than a physical sensation. He was filling her soul and her heart. She just wasn't sure he would be able to continually do so. Not because she did not want him to but because he had a tendency to run. She also knew he had never made a commitment to another Immortal. Could he make one to her?
All thought was lost as Methos picked up his rhythm and Kanika began to meet him thrust for thrust. They kissed roughly as they both neared the zenith of their pleasure. Kanika was first to climax. She came calling to the gods and to Methos. She was already so tight that when her muscles contracted Methos could hardly breathe for the sparks that danced through his veins and over his skin. He came with a grunt and cry. He collapsed on top of Kanika too spent to pull out of her. Sparks continued to dance across both their skins as they tried to come back down. Kanika was the first to speak.
"Does this usually happen?" She inquired.
"What, love?" Methos had yet to open his eyes. He was unaware that the sparks he felt were visible. Small electric bolts danced across both of them.
"The lightning show."
He raised his head and looked down at her. "Huh?" Then, he noticed the sparks. "Not that I am aware of. I have never experienced anything like this." He became curious and worried as they showed no signs of slowing down or stopping. "Uh . . . Perhaps we should clean up?"
"I am quite content to stay exactly as we are. The sparks aren't hurting us and I don't think I could stand. Just stay right where you are." Methos started to argue when exhaustion caught him as well. Memories of their earlier fight came back to him as well as her current predicament. "Thank you, Methos, for everything you have done for me, especially tonight from the crying to the fighting to now. Thanks for showing me someone can love me."
He looked into her eyes. "I do, Kanika. I do. I always have. I just never realized how much that love had changed over the years."
"I love you, too, Old Man." She kissed him softly before closing her eyes to sleep. Methos smiled before repositioning them under the covers. He sprawled on his back with her using him as a pillow with their legs entangled and arms around each other. He shortly followed her into slumber but not before smirking at how MacLeod would react to this.
Morning found Kanika up and about at dawn. She showered and tidied up slowly and quietly. She had no intention of waking Methos. Her gut told her that he would not run from her, that he meant what he had said and implied. Nonetheless, her mind told her that it would not be that easy. Methos was a stubborn man set in his ways. Yes, he had indeed changed over the years, but could really have changed that much?
Around 08:30, she called to confirm her 13:00 meeting with the dean of the local college. Methos, she knew, would be tickled pink about her new position in the same school he himself had just begun teaching.
Knowing that Methos would probably sleep in, Kanika decided to go collect a few things and some breakfast. At first, she thought about leaving a note but decided she would make him squirm for all the times he had disappeared on her. She picked the phone up and ordered a taxi. By 09:00, she was well on her way to starting a new life in the small town of Seacover, no matter how short a life it may turn out to be.
Methos jarred awake at approximately 11:30. He looked around dazed at first. He took a minute to realize where he was, why, and what was missing. Grabbing his pants, he started to pull them on. He then really remembered what had transpired the night before. With a groan, he gathered his clothes and headed for the privy. He would kill her if she had fled from him, he just knew he would.
"That is what you want, Ma'am?" Samantha looked at the short, balding car salesman. He was giving her a curious and uncertain once over, yet again.
"Yes, it is. Does that bother you?" She dared the man to comment with her eyes. Apparently he was not paying attention to her eyes.
"Ye … I mean, no, Ma'am. It's just that I am not used to a lady such as yourself, especially being new in town, coming in with such an order."
"Look. Can you get them or not? I need to have variety. I can easily catch a ride to Seattle and take care of things there. You lose your commission and your boss loses some future business from myself and those I know."
"I can get them. Just . . . This money isn't loaded is it? You aren't some drug dealer or something are you?" Samantha sighed. She had been at this for almost an hour.
"No, you stupid little runt, I was born into and have earned more than this by far. Now, can we finish this? I have appointments I must keep!" Her temper flared causing the man to step back.
"Um . . . Yeah, just come and fill out the papers, Ma'am." He motioned to the office. She stalked past him but stopped to make him open the door for her. "So," he started as he pulled the forms from his desk, "you want a 2003 ebony XKR Jaguar convertible with charcoal interior, a black top, and adaptive cruise control. You also want a customized 2003 sienna pearl Jeep Wrangler Rubicon with dark slate gray vinyl high-back bucket seats and a black top. Plus a Epsom green New Range Rover fully equipped and a 2003 Yamaha FJR 1300 custom painted royal purple with black to blue flames. Lastly, you want a customized black 2003 Dodge Ram 2500 Quad Cab® Laramie 4X4 LWB with a custom paint job."
"Sounds right so far. The paint job is to consist of a blue and white horse on the door being chased by a large silver wolf with blood red eyes in front of the tire well. Bolts of lightning are to surround the two. A more detailed scene is to be placed on the tailgate. I have a sketch if you think it will be needed. Actually, I know it will be. Here," she said, passing the drawing to him. "So, when will the order be ready by best estimates?"
The man looked over her sketch. The detail and color were exceptional. "Well, the jeep and jaguar I can should have in a couple days. The dodge may take a little while. May be a week if they aren't busy. The Yamaha will probably take four or five days as well."
"Very well. I'll pay you half for each vehicle now and the other half when I receive each one." She looked over the order as the man checked his computer.
"We have the range rover you want here if you want it now."
"Yes, that will be fine." Glancing at her watch, Samantha realized she would be pushing it to find a place to pick up breakfast items. She prayed she could find a Denny's or some family owned business. Seeing as the time was 11:00, she knew Methos would be rising soon, if he had not already. She sighed and opened her small money-belt.
"Sign here, Ma'am, and we can go get your range rover." He handed her a pen.
"How much do I owe you now?" She asked double checking everything once more.
"It's right there, Ma'am."
"Ah, yes." She counted out the exact amount ($170,581.76) and handed the money and signed statement over to the salesman. "Shall we?" She stood and waited for the man to lead her to her range rover. He stood and opened the door.
"So, you are a doctor. What of?" The man attempted at small talk.
"I am to assume you are making small talk since the sale is through? I have a degree in many fields, actually. I have spent a great deal of time working to get where I am. But, my main field is philology." She glanced out of the corner of her eye. The man had no idea what philology was. Samantha smirked. "Philology is a very intriguing field of study. You never run out of reading material, that's certain."
"Sounds interesting from your tone. Well, here we are. Hope you enjoy her." The man seemed eager for her to leave. Not as eager as she was to leave, she was sure.
"Yes. I may be having a change in my phone number. I will call to let you know if I do. Until later, Sir, good day." She shook his hand, grabbed the keys, and drove away quickly. She still had to grab some food, return to the hotel, change clothes, bypass Methos, and get to the university. Then, she had to meet realtors.