Sentimental old man, he thought to himself. Sounded just like MacLeod would have described him. But he couldn't help it, he admitted. He was hooked.
This was the first time, for as long as he could remember, he had ever been to the Seacouver National Bank. Nothing special about it, except that Kiernyn worked there, he thought with a smile. She had said she would be ready to leave around four o'clock, and Methos couldn't help notice that he was a little early. "Am I that hooked?" he questioned the pair of golden eyes that stared back at him from the rearview mirror.
The bank had been closed for a couple of hours already so he went around to the back as she had instructed him to do and tapped on the door. A few minutes later, Kiernyn herself opened the door. When she caught sight of Methos, she graced him with that heavenly smile he was so fond of. Flustered for a moment, he forgot the roses.
"Hi," he said, his voice breathless, and he returned her smile. Then, he whipped the roses from behind his back. "These are for you."
"Oh Adam," she cooed. "These are beautiful." Then to his delight, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him quick kiss.
When she thought to let go, his arms wound around her, and he captured her lips. So soft and moist and ripe. Methos felt he was losing himself in their soft pillow of bliss. A soft moan sounded at the back of her throat, and Methos pulled her closer. He hadn't felt this good since...
He let the thought fly away with the sudden gust of wind as it tossed Kiernyn's hair about them. Only when the memory of coming rain was triggered by the chilling gale did Methos pull away. "Are you ready to go?"
Kiernyn licked her lips and nodded. "Let me get my purse." She backed her way into the building, never once allowing her gaze to leave his face. The roses were clutched in her hand at her side.
His heart raced as though he were on an exhilirating ride in a meadow of the greenest grass Ireland could offer. That's how she made him feel, every time he looked at her. Methos didn't want to admit to Joe how he felt. The Watcher would no doubt poke fun at him. And this was no laughing matter.
They had just shared their second kiss. The first had come the night of her abduction. But the second had promised more passion than Methos could ever hope for. He glanced up at the sky and noticed the sun was almost out of sight.
Kiernyn reemerged from the bank, and Methos opened the passenger door for her. "It's a little early to go to Joe's, isn't it?" she asked once he had entered the truck.
"I've got something else in mind, right now," he informed her with an endearing smile.
Kiernyn's heart fluttered. She knew much more of his loving scrutiny would cause her to go insane. His golden eyes seemed to pierce her soul, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to contain her emotions.
Soon, they were nearing the edge of town, and she began to wonder exactly where he was taking her. The silence was deafening, and she thought to break it. "So, where are we going?"
"It's a place I use to go to think," Methos told her, surprised at himself for revealing that little fact. What was happening to him?
"Hmm, sounds interesting." She watched out the window as Methos turned down a dirt road that wound back in the direction of town but quickly appeared to be a dead end. Soon, they were at that end and he parked the truck.
He rushed out to open the door for her, and led her to the grass at the end of the road. A few feet down, and they were standing on a lookout that hovered above the streets and buildings of Seacouver.
Methos took her hand and pulled her down to rest against his side as he sat in the grass. "I wanted to watch the sunset with you, and I'm afraid we almost missed it."
The sun wasn't quite gone yet, but the endless sea of clouds seemed to have pushed it to the very edge of eternity. Brilliant streaks of gold, pink, and purple were visible at the far ends of the earth. "It's so beautiful," Kiernyn whispered in his ear.
The touch of a feather, her breath roused those feelings back to life. One look in her blazing blue eyes and all coherent thought was lost. As the sun finally dipped below the horizon in the distance, she was in his arms, once again completing the part of him he had thought was lost long ago.
Joe looked to Mac and shook his head with a smile. "Yeah, I guess I will."
"So, it seems Methos has it bad for this Kiernyn," the immortal commented. The name, now that he had thought over it, sounded so familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Her brother's one heck of a blues player, too."
Joe nodded in agreement. "He's going places, Mac. Kevin, I mean."
A smile was Duncan's answer. And then, just as he had told Joe, his head turned to the door at Methos' presence, letting the Watcher know of his arrival.
Methos opened the door and allowed a chestnut haired woman to enter before him. This must be Kiernyn, Duncan thought to himself. Slowly, he let his eyes take in the object of Methos' affection.
She was several inches shorter than Methos, but not short for a woman. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a barett and hung to her shoulders. Brilliant blue eyes were set off by the cream colored blouse and brown slacks she wore. He instantly knew why her name had sounded so familiar. Kiernyn Guinn.
Methos ushered her to the bar so he could introduce her to Mac, but when they were nearly to him, her step quickened and her face beamed. "Duncan, uh, I mean Mr. MacLeod. What are you doing here?"
The older immortal eyed Duncan warily. "You two know each other?"
"Well, I guess you could say that," Duncan replied, with a smile Methos wasn't sure he liked.
He racked his brain trying to conjure up any trace of a memory he had of Duncan ever mentioning Kiernyn's name. No such memory existed.
Kiernyn turned to Methos and he quickly put his "intriguing" face on. "Duncan was my ancient history teacher at the University."
Relief flooded through his tensed nerves. "Really? Small world. Duncan happens to be a good friend of Joe's, and mine."
"It's good to see you." Duncan offered his hand and she obliged him. "So, how have you been?"
"Pretty good. I landed an executive position at the Seacouver National Bank. Kevin, my brother, is right there on stage now. His career's taking off, and that makes me happy."
"That's terrific! And I'm sure Joe had something to do with your brother. He's got an ear for talent," Duncan responded.
Joe blushed, and Methos shifted his feet uncomfortably. Duncan continued. "Me...Adam's been telling me about you. I knew the name was familiar, but I couldn't quite put a face to it."
"Do you still teach?" she asked.
Duncan shook his head. "I've been travelling."
"Really?" Kiernyn exclaimed, a little to excidedly for Methos' liking.
Methos quickly shed his coat and shoved it in Duncan's direction. "He gets around." He then took Kiernyn's hand. "Would you like to dance?"
She had opened her mouth to say something before he took her hand in his. Changing her mind, she responded, "Sure," and allowed him to lead her onto the floor. Boy, was he acting wierd.
Joe cleared his throat to get Duncan's attention. "Just what did Methos tell you about her?"
"Just the basics, about her brother, that they met a couple of days ago. Is there something he left out?"
From the way Joe's brow furrowed, Duncan knew there was more to this relationship than Methos was letting on. Leave it to him, Duncan thought, to keep everyone in the dark. But he had a feeling Joe wasn't one that was fumbling around for answers.
"So, there's more. But, let me guess. He's going to have to tell me, right?" Duncan sarcastically questioned.
Joe's answer was a nod. "Exactly."
Both men glanced out to the dance floor and watched the couple arm in arm, who seemingly were unaware of anything but the magic between them.
Kevin's band had played two sets that night at the bar, and she hated to admit that she didn't pay attention to them at all. Her whole being had been centered on the man with his arms around her. The sensations she experienced, even when he wasn't touching her, were uncomprehendable. They were beyond lust and ecstacy. Some force existed between the two of them that brought them together, and she was sure it could never be broken.
They had left Joe's after briefly saying goodbyes. It seemed that Adam wanted to get out of there in a hurry, and she couldn't figure out why. Ever since they had gotten there, he had been acting strange. But now, he was back to his normal, self-assured self as they sat in his Explorer outside of her house.
His eyes drank in her beauty, and she found she could lose herself in the golden depths. Never had she seen such an intense and erotic color. Her thoughts strayed to the early evening when they had shared a sunset. "Adam, thank you for today. It's been the most wonderful..."
He placed two fingers over her mouth. "Shh, let's not spoil the moment." And with that, he dipped toward her to meet her passion.
It had been only several days since she had met this man, met the man she knew she would spend the rest of her life with. That was why she was allowing this to happen. Once their lips parted, she took his hand. "Adam, please come inside."
He searched her eyes for any doubts, wanted to make certain she was sure about what she wanted. When she consented with the nod of her head, he couldn't get out of the truck fast enough. She met him around the front of the vehicle before he could reach the passenger side.
Kiernyn led him into the house, pulling him by the arm. He allowed her to tug him up the stairs and into her bedroom. His breaths were heavy now and only she could breathe the life back into him.
The room was dim, the only light provided by a lamp in the corner by the bed. That was all that Methos needed to see how inviting his partner was. Her cheeks had grown a rosy pink, not from embarrassment, but from the passion that was building inside of her and waiting to be released. He intended to be her savior.
More slowly this time, he cupped her face within his hands and seized her lips, gently nibbling at the corner. Her eyes had closed, but he kept his open, wanting to watch her response to his onslaught of exaltation. A sigh rose to her throat, and he sucked in her breath as she released it, allowing him access inside her mouth.
She met him with a force he hadn't expected but reveled in it. With tongues intertwined, Methos decided to let his hands explore a bit. His long slender fingers trailed down her neck to the collar and buttons of her blouse. Careful not to rip or tear, he slipped each button through their holes so that her warm flesh was bare to him.
The blouse fell to the floor at their feet, but neither payed it any attention. Kiernyn's fingers picked and played at the hair at the base of his neck, and this caused him to moan into her mouth. His hands moved on to the next feat.
Kiernyn had already shed her shoes, when, he couldn't remember. As he worked to unbutton her pants, she was busy ridding him of his coat. It fell to the floor too, but with a thud. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes in question. But his golden eyes, firey with fever, caused the question to flee. He was all that mattered, and they were soon to be together as one.
Methos paused only long enough to pull his cream colored sweater over his head. This ruffled his hair, and Kiernyn laughed in delight. She didn't think she could contain her fervor much longer and finished unbuttoning her pants.
Methos copied her actions, and he was standing before her in nothing but his blue boxers. Her eyes trailed down his lean, muscled body and paused at that point. With an inviting smile, she looked back to his passion filled eyes and shed the rest of her clothing.
They found their way to the bed, Methos discarding his one remaining article of clothing along the way. Gently, he pressed her onto the bed and began to trail hot kisses along her neck and shoulders.
Kiernyn was the most beautiful woman he had known in ages, even more beautiful than who she once had been. He wanted to show her this. With one hand, he began to glide his fingers along her side, and with the other, he caressed her breast.
She arched her back, pressing deeper into his hand. "Adam," came her sweet, passion-heavy voice.
Methos knew without having to ask what she wanted. Nearly to the point of madness, he moved from her side to oblige her. Instinctively, her legs parted for him just as he hovered above her.
His gaze upon her enchanted face showered the love he was experiencing at the moment. How his heart cried out to her for the same in return, and Methos knew that their hearts were about to join and beat as one.
Slowly, so as not to hurt her, he entered her inviting body, eliciting a soft, pleasurable moan. From his own throat escaped an audible sigh, but he was quick to look to her azure eyes for any sign of discomfort. He found none.
Once knowing she was unharmed, he began the slow motions of love making, savoring the feel of Kiernyn's body and the responses she was giving him not only with her sounds, but with her eyes. They glowed with wonder at his tenderness.
Her hips matched his rhythm and soon the fire in her eyes spread throughout her body and into Methos. With such intensity, both cried out as they reached their release. The heat of the moment clouded his mind, but he was careful not to collapse on her. Instead, he rolled to his back and taking her with him so she was atop him, their bodies still joined.
Sweat glistened on his brow, and she reached up to brush it off. He halted her hand with his own and brought it to his mouth. One by one, he took each finger in his mouth, laving his tongue over her knuckles and fingernails.
Her laughter rang through the room. "You like that?" he asked huskily.
"Um hmm," she purred, and he proceeded to do the same with her other hand.
But he wasn't the only doing the pleasuring. Kiernyn received a few flinches and groans from her wandering hands. "You're a little devil, you know that?"
Her eye lids fell closed with exhaustion. Methos was feeling the great weight of it also, and decided that as long as she was there in his arms, everything was perfect in the world, and fell prey to the sleep that had been stalking him the past several days.
How wonderful she felt! She had never dreamed that being with him could be so blissful. Just lying in the cocoon of warmth his embrass provided was enough to satisfy her. His being there provided her with a sense of security she knew would not falter.
Her mind drifted back to the events of the night before; when they had arrived to her house, coming up the stairs and pausing in the doorway to shed their clothes. Suddenly, something registered again in her memory. Had his coat made a sound when it fell to the floor? She was almost certain it did.
She could see it from her position on the bed. Curiosity won over her debate whether to investigate or not. Many questions still lingered after the events of the past week, and none of them had been answered. This one, she would find an answer to.
Quietly and carefully, she slipped from the arm of the man she had so recently given her heart to, and crouched on the floor by the door. Spreading the black coat out, she could make out the image of the object that had been concealed within its folds. It was the sword he had drawn on Garret.
Images of the night she had been taken from the airport rushed through her mind. Half of them, she had chalked to the terrible blow she had received to the head, but now she wasn't so sure that she had imagined them.
The first clear picture she had was of being high above the ground, as if she were perched upon a pedastool, only her arms ached from the pressure of the ropes that bound her to the stake in the middle of the junk yard. Then she realized that her situation was grave.
And all the while, Adam was receiving the worst beating of his life. Only, he managed to find renewed strength and charge his enemy over and over again. He fought with such brutal force, she wondered where he had learned to fight in such a way. Then, she could have sworn she had seen Joe, but he soon disappeared, and Adam had the sword.
Such wrath and determination appeared in his expression, she didn't know whether to cheer him on or to fear him. What she hadn't expected was the harshness of the blow he struck the lunatic. She had almost become sick as Garret's head rolled into the heap of trash below her, but she didn't have time to think on that for long because a wonderful display of lights blinded her.
What she could make out, it appeared to be lightning that erupted from the lifeless body and reeked havoc on the yard. Adam had been struck several times, his body convulsing and his screams piercing the air. How he had survived the sudden storm, she didn't know. But had it been a storm at all?
She glanced back at the bed to where he slept, soundlessly, as if he hadn't slept for days. He had once asked her to trust him. She did, with all her heart and soul. And now she knew that she loved him. But, if he truly wanted her to trust him now, she needed some answers. And she had a feeling he wasn't ready to give them.