Back on Track
Chapter 1 (Lonely as I am)
(TS/HL) X-over3-1-1999
Hi, This is my latest story or chapter of a new story. This is a Highlander /Sentinel story which may include a little bit of UC: Undercover. We'll see. As always The Sentinel Belongs to Danny Bilson and his partner and Pet Fly Productions and Highlander belongs to Davis and Panzer. I'm just borrowing them I'll give them back I promise. So on with the chapter Please Read and Review.
The woman entered the bar, she assessed the place for a threat, or anyone who might know her. People who knew her were the last thing she wanted or needed tonight. She wanted to go to bed with someone tonight; she did not want to go to bed alone. She scanned the room, she noticed him because he didn't want to be noticed; he was sprawled in a chair at a back table half hidden in shadow.
Methos looked up as the woman approached him; she was at least five foot seven inches tall, maybe weighed one twenty five. She looked hungry like a predator after it's prey, she wasn't immortal, but she was definitely hunting. She stood across from him defiantly daring to say something.
"Hello." He greeted her.
"Hello." she answered back.
Methos looked at her appraisingly, he signaled the waitress closest to him and ordered a beer.
"Would you like one ?" he asked.
"Sure." She answered.
Methos finished off his current beer and looked at her thoughtfully.
"You walked into this place and out of at least thirty other guys in your path you came straight to me. Why?"
The woman leaned forward into his face.
"Because you're the only one in here who looks as lonely as I feel." She answered rising up to her full height.
Methos looked into her crystal blue eyes and saw his own loneliness mirrored there. he was so lonely, a year, one full year, since his beautiful Alexa had passed. He could see what she wanted in her eyes. He appraised her body, it was hidden from full view by a loose t-shirt, emblazoned with a Harley-Davidson logo, and a waist length black leather jacket. Her obviously shapely legs were encased in tight black leather and suede knee boots with an inch heel.
She knew he was sizing her up; maybe even undressing her in his head, she liked that thought. He liked the leather on her she could see that much on his face. She knew she had him as he looked away and toyed with his glass.
"Am I walking out of here with you or somebody else?" She purred.
Methos looked at her, moved his gaze from her head down to her feet, then made his decision. He raised his hand and waggled his fingers in a come hither fashion.
She moved in closer and was not surprised, when he reached up and grabbed her shirt, and pulled her down to him and kissed her passionately, she responded in kind. He released her suddenly then said
"Let's go then."
She smiled, snagged his hand, then pulled him out his chair. Methos stopped her, fished his wallet out of his pocket and tossed a twenty on the table. The waitress was going to get a very nice tip.
They quickly traveled the half-block back to her boarding room. He paused slightly as they entered, He recognized the building; he'd stayed there once of twice, it wasn't as cheap as it's façade.
She pulled him up the stairs and down the hallway, when they reached the right door she unlocked it; then turned and pulled him to her and kissed him hungrily as she shoved the door open. They toppled into the room as the door gave way beneath their weight. Once inside Methos kicked the door closed, never breaking his hold on her or their frantic kiss.
Inside he shucked off his long overcoat, and peeled her jacket off of her, followed by her shirt, Then her bra. Then he started kissing her breast and playing with her nipple. She dragged his face back up and kissed him demandingly, then she slowed down just long enough to pull his sweater and shirt off; revealing his sleekly muscled chest in the moonlight streaming thru the window, as she admired his chest she began to lick and nip him at him as she worked her way down to his stomach and then his waist. She unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his pants while starting to massage his man hood through his jeans; but then he stopped her and grabbed her waist and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped herself around his lean frame. Jay could feel the strength and power that had been hidden in the lazy sprawl and baggy clothes; she licked her lips in anticipation as her back hit the wall.
Sunlight streamed in thru the window hurting her eyes, she struggled out of the tangled bed sheets and looked around she was alone of course.
She picked up the dinky little alarm clock off the floor, it read Two P.m. she slowly sat up and took stock : Scalp a little tender, but still intact, bruises on her shoulders and hips, general grungy feeling on her skin, and oh yeah that wonderful afterglow from multiple orgasms. Feeling quite good she stumbled out of bed and gingerly made her way to the shower. She spent about an hour and half there, then she got dressed in her black leather corset tied loose and black leather pants, and her suede boots, with her knives in them. Then she cleaned out her room and settled up with the landlady who winked at her knowingly.
Jay returned the wink and headed out putting on her mirrored sunglasses.
She walked to a side alley, paid off the neighborhood kids for watching her baby; an Eighty-Nine Harley-Davidson Soft tail with a wolf running on flames emblazoned on the gas tank. She mounted it and kick started it smiling happily as it roared to life, then settled into a throaty growl. She sped out of the alley and hit the street heading north out of town. It was time for her to hit the road again, the nights had been and gone.
End of Chapter 1 Tell me what you think. And by the way Jay is Blair Sandburg's cousin but we'll get to those boys later in the chapter.