This section has an adult header 'cause a particularly sadistic scene of fruit abuse is implied.... oh yeah, there's some sex too. It's pretty tame this time though, the characters have taken out a restraining order on Claire, she's appealing against the judgement so the sex should be making a come back in the next episode.�

PART 7b

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Methos drove to his apartment.

"I thought you were giving me a lift to the hotel," she smiled.

"I said I would give you a lift, I didn't say where." Methos parked the car and turned to Kavik. "Come up to my parlour," he said in his best 'Dracula' voice.

"You have been watching *way* too many Vincent Price films," Kavik laughed as she stepped out of the car.

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Kavik stepped into the apartment Methos was renting. "Nice. But isn't it a bit much for a mild mannered grad student?"

Methos smiled. "Only a bit. And anyway, for all the Watchers know Adam Pierson may be 'independently wealthy'."

Kavik laughed softly.

"I've missed that laugh," admitted Methos as he walked up behind Kavik and put his arms around her.

"It's been a while."

"15 years," Methos supplied quietly, bringing his head down to lick Kavik's neck. "15 years of missing your laugh, your smile, the look on your face when you're screaming in ecstasy, the way you moan when I nibble your - " Methos' words were lost as Kavik spun and brought her lips to his. He felt the slight shudder from her body as his Quickening assaulted her nerve endings. Methos could feel Kavik's arousal through her Quickening. Grinding his hips into hers, Methos began to kiss her neck, lightly nipping her with his teeth. "Oh Gods," he heard Kavik moan as the bites became increasingly harder. Slipping his hand down, Methos slid his hands into her jeans. Slipping his fingers into her wetness, Methos instantly found her clitoris, knowing her body as well as he knew his own. Increasing the fiction of his fingers with the hardness of his bites, Kavik was soon trembling against his body. Suddenly, he bit down, breaking the skin. Kavik's entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. Methos licked away the blood he had drawn, revealing the once again perfect skin. Kavik looked up into Methos' eyes. "It's good to see you, too," she said with a smile.

Laughing, Methos picked Kavik up and deposited her on the bed.

A few hours, a bowl of strawberries and several inventive uses for chocolate sauce later, the two Immortals lay on the bed.

"I need a shower," said Kavik.

Methos propped himself on one elbow and regarded her. "Why? Don't you appreciate lying here covered in my essence? Woman, you wound me." Methos dramatically brought his hand to his forehead and sighed.

"Don't be so stupid," laughed Kavik. "It's just that I think you missed some of the chocolate sauce when you licked your way up, and it's getting sticky."

Methos waggled his eyebrows leeringly.

"Gods, there's no talking to you when you're in this mood."

"But you love me anyway," Methos smiled.

"You got it, babe." Kavik leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. "Now, that shower." She got off the bed, looking back at where Methos had tucked his arms behind his head and was lying back with his eyes closed. Kavik smiled as she took in Methos' lean frame. "Hey, old man." Methos opened one eye and peered at her. "Fancy helping me scrub my back?"

Methos leapt off the bed and grabbed her around the waist. "I'd be careful what you say, Vikki," warned Methos fingering the now healed skin that Kavik had scratched on the top of his back. "Payback's a bitch, Charm."

Kavik raised an eyebrow at the nickname Methos had coined for her centuries before. "I'm counting on it," she replied in a sultry voice. . .