| The ABC’s Of Seduction By: susn_89 Rating: PG-15 Summary: Amanda’s hungry, Methos’ grouchy. Spoilers: Nope, none, nada. Very AU <EG> See in this little universe, Amanda and Methos have been on and off again lovers since her time as a student under Rebecca’s tutelage. For more stories featuring the M/A relationship, hop on over to http://www.oocities.org/centuriesoflove Author’s Notes: I sat down to write something serious, but this came out instead. I tried to stop them, but they’re a lot older than me and hell, have you seen the swords they carry? ~~~~~ “Amanda!” Methos yelled from the bed. He was quickly losing patience with the other immortal. “Hurry up!” “Bite me, darling,” Amanda yelled back. No way was he hurrying her this time. “You really should learn to chill out a bit.” “Christ on a crutch,” Methos sighed as he lay back on the bed. He’d just been to getting into the whole rhythm of making love when Amanda had gotten a disconcertingly wicked gleam in her eyes. His arm rested on the warm spot of mattress she’d vacated just moments ago. Life with Amanda was never boring. “Do you realize you’ve got a carton of fried rice growing penicillin in the fridge, Methos? Very disgusting if you ask me,” Amanda commented as she pillaged his refrigerator. “You should have someone in if you’re not going to clean up after yourself.” Eager to have her return to his bed and his arms, Methos leaned up on his elbow and listened as she mumbled about his lack of appetizing food choices. He cleared his throat and waited until he saw Amanda’s head bob up over the door of the appliance. Once he had her attention, he flung the blanket aside exposing his nude body to her observant glance. For a moment Amanda forgot her quest for a snack. There was just enough light in Methos’ flat to illuminate every square inch of his lean frame. She licked her lips subconsciously as she took in every detail of the man sprawled arrogantly on the bed across the room. Every detail from the boyish way his hair stood on end to the not so boyish leer teasing around his mouth, she noticed everything about him. After all these years his body held great fascination for her. “Good try, but I’m stronger than that,” Amanda declared once she pulled her eyes off his tempting body. “I have to give you an ‘A’ for effort though.” “Ha, ha.” Methos dangled his bare leg off the mattress. “Don’t tell me you’re not the least bit tempted though, Amanda. I know you too well.” Ignoring her lover, Amanda removed something from the door of the refrigerator and sat it on the kitchen counter. She then moved on to the cabinets and rummaged through them looking for her next item. “Just come back to bed,” Methos moaned. “ ‘Kay, just give me a minute, will ya?” Amanda retorted impatiently. “Long as you’re there, mind getting me a beer?” he asked hopefully. “Methos, you’re pain in the ass.” “Now be nice, Amanda.” “Old buzzard.” Pouting prettily, Methos folded his arms across his chest. He was having no luck getting her into his bed. That was a rarity. Usually he had no trouble getting her into his bed. In fact, lately all she wanted to do was stay in bed all day and shag like a pair of bunnies. Something was up with her. Quietly, Amanda found what she was looking for. Smiling a wicked smile, she opened the fridge door and snagged a beer for Methos. After what she had planned, he was definitely going to be thirsty. Now if she could make it back to bed without him seeing her, her plan would be complete. Resigned, Methos pulled the covers back over himself. A chill had started to creep up his body and he flopped over onto his belly. Bugger Amanda! If she wanted to play her little mind games, he was going to sleep. Sometimes she drove him absolutely bug shaggin’ crazy. Shaking with silent mirth, Amanda loaded her supplies into her arms and crept over to the bed. Methos didn’t acknowledge her return. She knew he was just being stubborn. Hell, he was the undisputed king of obstinate. “Tired?” she asked innocently as she sank onto the bed. Carefully, she sat the items she’d absconded from his kitchen on her bedside table. “Must be old age creeping up on you,” she observed when he didn’t answer. “Ugh,” he muttered as he pulled his pillow over his head. “Very mature.” Amanda didn’t bother to hide her giggle. She grabbed one of the items from the table and began to shake it vigorously. “Maybe this will wake up the sleepy little immortal.” The hissing of compressed air and the feeling of something cool and creamy on his skin sent the pillow on her lover’s head sailing across the room as he sat up. “Whipped cream?” Methos’ eyebrow quirked as he felt Amanda drag a long finger across his back and bring it to her lips piled high with the sweet confection. “I thought you said you were hungry.” eXhaling a short breath, Amanda grinned. “Oh, I’m hungry, alright.” She leaned over and grabbed another object from the table. She held up a bottle of chocolate syrup for his approval. “Couldn’t find any of those little cherries in your fridge, though.” “You are a clever little vixen, aren’t you?” Methos marveled as she pushed him back onto the mattress. He sighed as he felt the chocolate liquid drizzle across his stomach. “Next time I bitch about your midnight snacking, slap me, will ya?” Zig-zagging her tongue around his belly button, she just laughed as he moaned. ~~~The End~~~ BACK |