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MacLeod's Loft Apartment.
Seacouver.
December 24, 2003.
4:00 pm.
Adam didn't really care for the holidays anywhere unless it was someplace warm. But MacLeod asked him to stay for the holidays because he was going to throw an Immortal Christmas Eve Party at Joe's. Free food and free booze, who could pass that up? He might even get a present or two… But Adam realized; what do you get for the man who's almost older than dirt? He, Methos, didn't really need anything… Ok well maybe Adam Pierson needed a new pair of boots and jeans.
Duncan went to pick up Amanda and Richie at the airport. Cassandra was invited but she turned down the invite. Duncan left Adam with a beer sprawled on his sofa. The dojo would be closed for the 23-26th of December, be open until the 30th and be closed again until the 2nd of January. Joe had the bar closed for a private party for Mac on the 24th, and even if Mac hadn't asked him to close it, He wouldn't have been open on Christmas anyway. Joe had a thing about being open on Christmas, like it was a sacrilege to serve booze on such a religious holiday.
Adam finished his bottle and put it in the recycle bin as per Mac's request. He wondered how much money MacLeod was saving by recycling the wine and beer bottles. He smiled when he remembered when Mac had come back from a conference on the planet and was so zealous about saving water and energy, recycling his bottles and cans, and cutting down on how much garbage he was putting into the landfills. Adam wondered if he was going to start composting with earthworms. MacLeod had but he kept the bin at Joe's because he was the only one with a backyard at the time.
Boredom overtook Adam and he noticed Mac had brought a few boxes of Christmas stuff out of storage, so Adam decided to decorate the apartment. But first he had to go down to his Jimmy and get his kind of music to get in the mood to decorate. It didn't matter that on the way home, Mac was going to get a tree, if he could find one on Christmas Eve, and that's why the boxes were in the apartment. If Mac couldn't get a tree he was going to take a ride out to the woods and find one.
Adam put in one of his own special mixed CD's and soon the loft was being serenaded by the sounds of, "Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our house on Christmas Eve…" Adam laughed and then he hung strings and strings of fake holly and then he rigged up the lights. He hung ornaments in between lights and hung tinsel everywhere, including spreading it all over Mac's bed. There was just enough time and Adam grabbed his coat and found a tree farm that bagged up some flocking for him, free. So he got two large trash bags full and took them back to the loft.
He rigged up a practical joke where when Mac opened the door one of the bags would rip and cover him in flocking. The other bag Adam spread around the room. On Mac's bed on the kitchen island with some of those Glade red, white, and green fragrant candles he picked up on the way back... He hung ornaments on the lampshades on the kitchen shelf… Adam went all out. He camped out on the floor next to the fridge with a beer until Mac was due back.
"You mean to tell me you actually got Adam to stay somewhere cold for Christmas," asked Richie as they pulled up to the dojo.
"Well he's here somewhere," Duncan replied as he felt Adam's presence in the building.
"It's been a while since I saw him last," said Amanda.
Amanda had made a deal with Richie to keep what they had been up to and their new 3-month-old relationship under wraps from Mac, Joe, and Adam. If both of them kept silent, Amanda would take Richie to the Atlantis Resort, on Mac, for a weekend. Fun in the sun, Richie called it. They went up the side entrance as Adam predicted and he stood up, and leaned against the back counter. All 4 immortals could feel each other. Richie noticed the door was slightly ajar.
"Hey Mac, be careful. The door's open."
Mac knew Adam was in the building but he didn't know where exactly. In true Mac fashion he threw open the door as if he was going to catch someone robbing his apartment. Adam counted to himself… 3… 2… 1…
"What the hell," he yelled as the flocking fell on him.
The bag ripped as Adam wanted and covered MacLeod. It got in his hair that he had kept beautifully long and that was not bound in a ponytail now.
"I'm gonna kill him…" grumbled MacLeod.
Amanda and Richie both laughed like they had been in on the gag.
"You're going to do what," said Adam as he pulled a tray of hot chocolate out of the microwave, "You're lucky I was in a good mood. It could have been real snow."
"Merry Christmas Adam," said Amanda as she came forward to take a mug from the tray and gave Adam a peck on each cheek.
"Merry Christmas Amanda."
"Hey, merry Christmas old man," said Richie as he took a mug.
"Merry Christmas kid."
"Adam, what have you done to my apartment?"
"I was bored…" Adam said as "Grandma got run over by a reindeer," came on the CD stereo again.
"Hey Adam, I grew up on this song. Got any other classics," asked Richie.
"Yeah Rich, the CD that this is on, I burned myself."
"Oh Mac, I forgot something in the car, need the keys," Duncan tossed him the keys to the T-Bird.
"By the way, merry Christmas to you too, Mr. Scrooge," Adam said to Mac for being a grump.
"You're cleaning up that mess over there."
"Me? You clean it up. I didn't 'make' the mess… You did."
"You're about as bad as a dog. Remind me not to leave you alone with any boxes of my stuff."
"Fine. Your apartment was too boring. You didn't even have a tree."
"Adam sweetie, we just got one. It's downstairs."
"Uh no, it's not. It's gone. Someone took it."
"What," said Duncan in disbelief.
"It's gone, someone took it. It wasn't on the car when I got down there."
"The hazards of leaving a tree outside on Christmas Eve in Seacouver," said Adam in wise amusement.
"Amanda, why don't you go freshen up here and Richie, you can use the dojo showers."
"I thought you liked me," said Richie, not complaining that the showers for the dojo rarely worked during the winter season.
"I do."
Adam took his CD out of the player and put Duncan's back.
"What time do we have to be at Joe's," Amanda wanted to know.
"Bar opens at 8," said Duncan as he turned towards her.
Adam grabbed his coat and was out the door with Richie before MacLeod could give him an earful, which he knew was coming. He jumped into his Jimmy and headed for Joe's early. His gifts for everyone are under the black blanket in the back.
Joe's Bar.
Seacouver.
7:00 p.m.
Inside Patti was helping Joe set up for Duncan's party just to make a few extra bucks for the holidays. And Joe really needed the help. She used her car and ran errands when Joe needed her to. Patti had just gotten back with the food trays from the deli at the huge grocery chain store.
"The party will be here in about an hour. I'm sure my friends won't eat all of this… He ordered way too much food."
"I sense you want me to stay," said Patti.
"Smart woman… Would you?"
Patti was a 5'3 slight thing, she was light enough for some strong man, ok well any man to come sweep her off of her feet. She had brown straight, waist length hair with copper, red, gold, and blonde highlights. Her eyes were magical. They changed from hazel to chocolate, mood to mood, and sometimes with whatever she wore. Her chest a simple 34 A, but with a little help from her bra a 34 D. Patti was wearing red jeans and a forest green sweater with white stars and red stars. Her accessories were a forest green belt, black boots and a couple pierced ears with her ruby, diamond, and emerald earrings. Her hair was half up, half down in a French twist. It was the ultimate romantic look for her that combined the elegance of the French twist 'up do' with the soft romantic looks of flowing hair. A few curled tendrils from the top of the crown added a sexy touch. She arranged the trays by meats, veggies, and cheeses. She set out condiments, plates, and plastic ware.
"I guess I could. Would you want me to tend the bar while you are at the party?"
"No, if you're going to stay, you may as well join us. But you can get up ever once in a while for me and refills for us."
"It's a deal. You know how my car payments are so any more time on the clock is good for me."
"Yeah, but remember to enjoy the holiday too."
"I will, promise."
Adam pulled into the lot a little after 7:30 and after pulling Joe's gift out of the back, headed for the door. As he neared the door he felt an immortal but it was so weak it could have been confused with a pre-immie. Curious, Adam used his key and let himself in. Patti tried to center herself with a chair as she felt another headache. When these kinds of headaches came she always fell on her tailbone. After one too many times it began to hurt so she started to try and brace herself with anything she could find.
"Hey Joe I'm… Early…" Adam said as he looked at Patti.
For him it was like time stopped. She was the one he had felt on his way in. He wondered if Joe knew. Adam stood there looking at her like, "What in the bloody hell are you doing here, this is a private party."
"I'm not here for a fight…" he said and paused, testing her knowledge of the game.
"What do you mean fight, I don't want to hurt you," she said, and it gave Adam the answer he wanted.
"Uh never mind. Where's Joe?"
"He's in his office. Can I help you?"
"I'll just get myself a drink and…"
"Hey Adam…" Joe said as he came out of his office and saw Adam and Patti as they looked oddly at each other.
"Merry Christmas Joe," said Adam as he came over to give him his gift before Mac and the gang arrived.
"Adam, this is Patti Hill. She just started here."
"Patti, this is a friend of mine, Adam Pierson.
Adam was the first to step forward to offer his hand and truce.
"My name is Gypsy Rose Hill, but while I'm working, I go by Patti."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. What should I call you?"
"Well, since the party's about to start you can call her Gypsy," said Joe, smiling.
"Yes, just call me Gypsy then, Adam."
"All right… Now if you will please excuse us. Joe can I see you in your office?"
"Sure, you go ahead. I'll be right there."
"Don't worry about Adam. He's a little cautious and protective about the people around me. Once you get to know him he can be somewhat normal, albeit a little sarcastic and cynical."
"I do have to admit he kind of freaked me out. He told me he wasn't here for a fight… Do you know what that's about or is he just yanking my chain?"
"Yeah I know what it's about. I'll have to talk to him. Just make yourself at home and I'll be right back."
Joe hobbled back into his office to find Adam hacking into his computer again.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Research."
"Is that why you freaked out my help?"
"She's one of us Joe."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I think so Joe. I've had a little more practice at judging who is and who isn't."
"Well don't bite my head off."
"She's so new to the game that she doesn't know what she is. I gave her a little test earlier."
"Yeah that's what freaked her out."
"Are we so sure she's not playing a game with us," Adam asked.
"I don't think so. But who's going to be the one to tell her? Train her?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought that far ahead."
"We could ask Mac."
"No. I want to find out what she knows."
"Who's going to tell Mac?"
"Well since you brought him into the conversation… You can tell him."
Joe's Bar.
Seacouver.
8:00 p.m.
Adam felt the presences of his friends.
"The party is here. I know Duncan's going to be curious. So I guess I'll handle him and you can deal with Amanda and Richie."
"Fine," said Joe.
Patti happened to be near the bar when she felt another headache coming on. She leaned against the bar for support.
[I have got to see if Joe has anything I can take for these headaches.] Patti said to herself.
Duncan was immediately on guard because he hadn't recognized the faint presence in the bar. Amanda followed in behind Duncan and Richie behind her. He looked at Patti and realized she wasn't a threat, although he found it odd she wore red opera gloves with her sweater. He figured her hands must have been cold. He took off his coat and hung it up. Richie took Amanda's coat and hung it up for her. Being a waitress, Gypsy slipped into job mode…
"Can I get you all anything?"
"Um yeah, I'll have a beer," said Richie.
"I'd like sex on the beach," said Amanda reminding Richie of their deal.
"Amanda!"
Richie blushed and hoped Duncan didn't notice.
"I'll have a beer too," said Duncan.
"I'll have a draft beer, please," said Adam, as he remembered it was one of the first few lines that made an impression on Alexa.
"Amanda, I need to see you a minute," said Joe.
"Sure darling."
"So what is it that you needed," Amanda asked as she entered his office.
"I guess you know by now that there's a 5th immortal out there."
"Yeah, but I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. What's up?"
"She doesn't know she's playing on your team."
"Oh. Did you need someone to tell her the rules?"
"Well, not exactly. Adam was going to take care of it, but just in case."
"Ok. I'm not really teaching anyone now if she needs one, but Richie and I were headed someplace warm for New Year's."
"Go on back there and I'll be out. I'm sure Richie can take a hint and figure out what's going on…"
"Sure Joe. Want me to tell Duncan?"
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all."
Adam had gone out to the Jimmy to get the rest of the gifts. Richie helped Joe and himself to some food. Patti returned to the table with the drinks. Amanda cornered Duncan near the men's restroom.
"She's new. She doesn't know she's one of us," said Amanda.
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Well, nothing for the moment. Adam is handling the situation. We're backup."
"Ok."
"Do you think you could take her on?"
"I don't think I should. You know what happened with the last female I tried to teach."
"Yeah, but this isn't a teenage girl. She's a woman."
"Yeah, and I don't want to get involved with a woman right now. I'm going to be teaching next semester, second week of January at Seacouver U."
"Oh and just when were you going to tell the rest of us?"
"Tonight, as a matter of fact. I'm teaching a Celtic Studies class. Anthropology 10."
"Really? Hmm. I wonder if I should look into teaching? The pay any good?"
"No, but I enjoy it. They don't teach Thievery 101."
"No Duncan… But they probably do teach fashion and jewelry…"
"We better get back," said Duncan trying to change the subject."
Adam came back into the bar with his arms loaded with gifts.
"Oh Adam, let me help you. Those look heavy," said Gypsy.
"Thanks Gypsy," he said her name and to her it sounded like a soft caress to her eardrum.
She helped Adam arrange the gifts under a small 4-foot tree, once he left she looked up and down the funny little tree. It was decorated with different kinds of beer caps with punched holes and hung up by red, white, and green ribbon. It had a small star at the top, tinsel, and tiny colored lights. Gypsy's mind spaced out for a moment, as she wondered what Adam's voice would sound like as they were making slow passionate love. She pictured his face over hers, his eyes full of desire and love, and he bows his head, his lips near her ears calling, 'Gypsy' like it was a lost ship at sea looking for a lighthouse. Then suddenly she realized someone was calling her.
"Yes?"
"Would you help me get some things from my car?"
"Oh sure Joe."
Gypsy and Joe went out to his car and he opened the back door.
"I noticed you spaced out for a minute. You ok?"
Gypsy shyly smiled, "Yeah. Sorry about that. I don't normally do that. Are you sure you still want me here? I don't know anyone, other than you and Adam, in name only."
"Yes, I'm sure I want you to stay. It's my fault. I should formally introduce you."
"Ok… Um… I know this is rather personal, but is Adam seeing anyone?"
"Not that I know of, but you'd have to ask him. He's been known to withhold information from his friends."
"Oh, ok thanks."
Gypsy carried Joe's gifts to the tree table and then fixed herself a little snack. She took a seat across from Adam. Duncan sat across from Amanda, Richie next to her. Joe sat next to Adam, two tables pulled together.
"Duncan, Amanda, and Richie, this is Patti Hill. She's new to the bar and recently moved to Seacouver. Patti, this is Duncan MacLeod, Amanda Montrose, and Richard Ryan. Usually known as Richie."
"Pleased to meet you all. My birth name is Gypsy Rose Hill, but while I'm working, I go by Patti. So since I'm at this small gathering, you can call me Gypsy."
Duncan, Amanda, and Richie all shook her hand.
"It's our pleasure to meet you," said Amanda.
"Any friend of Joe's is a friend of ours," said Duncan.
Through most of the evening the older immortals shared events from their pasts about holidays or other things they thought relevant to the young ones, Richie and Gypsy. Joe had the place wired for recording, to update some of the watcher files later. Gifts were left on the table as the time passed and each one decided in agreement to wait until later and open their gifts in private because it wouldn't be fair to Gypsy, even though it wasn't voiced. Gypsy and Adam made gooey eyes at each other a few times during the party. Joe played some for the group so they could dance. Adam stayed in his seat and sort of sprawled in his seat. Gypsy took a turn dancing with all the guys but Adam complained he had two left feet and so she went back to taking turns with Duncan and Richie. Truth be told, he could dance, just as well as MacLeod, but Adam just wanted to watch her dance.
Joe's bar.
Seacouver.
December 25, 2003.
12:30 a.m.
Gypsy thought the stories were fantastic… Just as if they had lived during the times they spoke about. She looked at her watch and realized it was after midnight and they hadn't opened gifts yet. She was getting tired.
"Hey, listen… All your stories were just great. I want to wish you a merry Christmas. The sugarplums are dancing in my head, and I need sleep. So, merry Christmas everybody and I guess I'll see you around."
"Let me walk you out," said Adam right away.
"Oh, thanks Adam. It's all right."
"Please, I insist."
"Ok then, if you must."
"Merry Christmas to you too Gypsy," said Amanda, Richie, and Duncan as she slipped on her coat and began to bundle up for the cold that waited outside.
"I'll see you on Friday," said Joe, "Merry Christmas and thanks for the help."
"No, thank you for the help Joe. It means a lot."
Adam and Gypsy walked out and Richie got up to get more refills.
"I think Adam's got himself a new girl," said Amanda.
"What gave you that idea," Duncan laughed.
"So you saw it too," asked Joe.
"I think we all did, but Adam and Patti," said Richie.
"He walked right out the door without his coat," laughed Joe.
Adam walked out the door behind Gypsy, following her to her car. His arms hugging his ribs because he wasn't prepared for the cold that bit his skin like needles.
"Oh Adam, you forgot your coat, you're going to catch your death out here."
"I'll live."
"Well, if that's what you want… I won't say I told you so when you get sick."
"I don't."
"You don't what?"
"I don't get sick."
"Well, I'm not going to debate you on immune systems because now I'm feeling the chill. I had a nice time tonight. Your friends seem nice, and the stories were wonderful."
"Yeah, but they can be annoying too. We call a truce during the holidays and those weren't stories," Adam said as he leaned forward and captured her cold lips, up against her car.
Adam kissed her soundly, and teased her a little with his tongue. Gypsy liked the feel of his semi cold lips on hers. She felt a warmth build all over her body. Then Adam backed away.
"I've been wanting to do that since you walked in the door," she said her lips still on fire.
"Yeah. Me too."
"What say you come to my place and we… Uh… Defrost," Gypsy asked stroking his arm.
"Sounds good to me."
"Shouldn't you let them know you're leaving?"
"Oh sure, face the firing squad? I think I'll just go and answer questions later."
"Ok," Gypsy says as she unlocks the door of her forest green Jeep Cherokee."
She gets in and unlocks the door for Adam. He crawls in as it starts snowing.
"I should really kill Mac for this."
"Huh?"
"I never stay in Seacouver for the winter. I'm usually someplace warm and tropical."
"Oh, I see."
A half an hour past since Adam walked Gypsy out to her car.
"Hey guys. Adam left his coat," said Richie as he was listening to Joe and looked at the coat rack.
"Well we know he's not here for sure, so I'm not going out to look," said Duncan.
"Adam said he was going to handle telling her about her immortality, I just didn't think he was going to take her somewhere," said Joe.
"He's had more practice telling people than all of us put together," said Amanda, "I'm sure he didn't need backup."
"I just hope he doesn't make a big mess," said Joe.
"Darlings, I know it's Christmas, I'm immortal and all, but I need my beauty sleep."
"Right. I think we should draw this party to a close," said Duncan.
Patti Hill's Apartment.
Seacouver.
1:00 am.
Gypsy and Adam arrive at her rather small apartment. It was a 1 bedroom single level apartment. Adam makes note at first sight that there's only one-way in and out. Gypsy opens the sliding door and turns on the ceiling fanlight.
"I'll be right with you. Make yourself at home," she said before sliding the door closed.
"I will."
Adam heads through the archway into the kitchen and finds himself a beer in the fridge.
[At least she has my brand.] Adam thought.
He noticed the other sliding door and he went through the archway and backed up a second as he watched Gypsy as she pulled her sweater up and over her head through white lacy curtains. She turned her back to the curtains and popped open her bra. She disappeared from his view. She came back with a pajama top on with black hearts on a white background. It had 4 read dots above the heart in a diamond shape above and below. Green leaves on a vine surrounded the black hearts. Then there were yawning teddy bears with pajamas on in the same pattern. She unzipped her jeans and bent over taking them down her legs. Adam admired the view, but his persona Adam was drooling over the nicely toned and firm ass up in the air.
It didn't bother him at all that she was a little shorter than he liked but as Richie once told him, they're closer to the ground and that was a good thing. Adam decided he'd had enough of the show and quietly headed for the living room so that he could test out her sofa, just as Gypsy turned around because she smelled beer. He sprawls nicely on the sofa. It was a burgundy version of the leather sofa in Mac's loft. She had nice soft and fluffy pillows to rest his head on. He thought about what kinds of questions his friends would be cooking up for him later. Gypsy sits on her simple double bed with a quilt she had made the year before she had decided to come to Seacouver. She popped off her boots and jeans. She slipped off her panties and slipped on the matching pajama shorts.
Gypsy freshened up in the bathroom and came through the kitchen to find Adam comfortably sprawled on her sofa that had finally been delivered last week.
"Now I'd have to say, you look very at home on that sofa," she smiled. He sat up and sprawled vertically.
"I'd have to say you're right," he smiled brightly as he noticed the top was a little small and she had a little bare middle showing, "Why don't you come over here and let's get to getting warm."
"How about you put that thing down and I'll sit right here," she said waiting for him to set down the beer bottle. He complied and put it down.
Then she made herself comfortable in his lap. She even teased him by wiggling her bum in his lap. He groaned.
"So what is this about you never getting sick and that the stories are true?"
"Later," Adam said as he brought up his left hand to the back of her head, bringing her forward to kiss her lovely lips. He trapped her in his and he kissed her like before in the parking lot… But this time he wasn't being a tease…
Gypsy wriggled her way out of his arms, took his hand, and pulled him up to her. She was about to head for the bedroom when he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He was surprised at how light she was.
"Adam, you silly git. Put me down."
"Ok," and Adam suddenly dropped her on her feet, be right back. Need to use the loo."
"Fine."
A few minutes later and a light dusting of perfume and Adam returned…
"Since we just met each other tonight, and had no time to shop for a gift for each other, here's your gift," she said, and then fanned her arms outward as if she were presenting something.
"Where," Adam teasingly asked, walked up to her.
A slight nod of Gypsy's head and Adam looked upwards. Hanging from the ceiling fan was a mistletoe sprig with a red bow at the end and small bells. When her hands wrapped around his neck and her lips pressed against his, Adam could do nothing but sink into the loving, tender kiss that she gave.
"Merry Christmas Adam," she whispered as their lips parted, "And if I forget later… I love you."
"I love you too, Gypsy," Adam replied, his arms circled around her waist.
And with that they kissed again, with the same tenderness, but with much more passion as their tongues touched and mingled. Gypsy was always the adventurous type when it came to intimacy and was always the first to speak her mind or make a suggestion. When her hand grabbed the bottom of his sweater and lifted it up to his arms, he knew what was going to happen and feelings of anticipation and of self-consciousness filled his senses. Gypsy pulled the sweater and the sweatshirt, and black t-shirt underneath over his head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Adam reached out for her two sizes too small pajama top as her hands were already beginning to unbutton his jeans. Lips never parted except to pull her top over her head, where their lips immediately sought each other, pressing their bodies closer together. Adam felt the soft skin of her breasts against his chest as his pants and boxers dropped.
Gypsy slowly moved backwards towards the bed, bent back to lie on the thick, warm covers. Kicking off his boots and socks, he quickly undid the buttons of his jeans and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. Climbing onto the bed, Adam crawled on top of Gypsy's body that was only clad in the pajama bottoms. He kissed her mouth once again and trailed his kisses along her neck and above her breasts. Her skin shivered as his lips touched the cool skin of her chest. A slight giggle escaped Gypsy's lips as his lips closed around her nipple, sucking lightly. Adam admired her breasts for what seemed like an eternity. The soft mounds of her breasts were firm and smooth. He began to kiss her mounds of flesh before closing his lips around one of her erect, pink nipples.
Her hands came to the back of his head as he licked and flicked the nipples with his tongue, alternating from one to the other. Adam's large hands massaged her breasts as he kissed along her stomach and through the fabric of her pajama shorts. Adam hooked his thumbs around the waistband of the shorts as Gypsy raised her legs, bending them for him to pull the shorts off, tossing them to the foot of the bed. The aroma of her pussy filled Adam's nose as he admired the beautiful, puffy lips, the pink skin folding above her clit, and the sparse hair directly above the top of her slit. He planted a kiss onto the lips of her flower and ran his tongue up and down her slit, wrapping his lips around the skin covering her erect clit. Gypsy's hands still held his head as her breathing became louder, quietly panting as Adam rubbed her nipples with his fingers.
Adam did not have to try too hard to push his tongue into her pussy as his mouth kissed and sucked on the outer lips. Long full swipes within her moist slit caused Gypsy to shudder with joy as she pushed Adam closer between her legs. His tongue probed the inner walls of her vagina, coming up to flick on her tiny clit for a few swipes, though not enough to trigger an orgasm. Adam felt her fingers playing with his hair as he brought one hand down from her breasts and caressed the folds of her pussy while he continued to lick Gypsy. When his finger slipped inside of her, he felt her inner walls clamping around it, making it slick with her juices. Slowly Adam pushed his finger in and out of her pink, glistening hole as his lips finally clamped around her aroused clit and bathed it with his tongue. Both his hands quickly moved over to her hips and grabbed hold of her waist as she bucked against his face. Gypsy arched her back, high into the air, as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy was mashed into Adam's face as she came, and let out a high-pitched squeal of delight as her juices flowed freely in and around his mouth. As her back slowly lowered down onto the bed, her grip of the bed covers loosed as Gypsy calmed down from her orgasm.
Her arms grabbed Adam's shoulders and weakly tried to pull him up, to which he moved up above the panting and sweating Gypsy, whose eyes were still shut from her moment in bliss. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and softly pushed his head down where they kissed. Her tongue lashed against his as well as around his lips, slickly cleaning his lips of her juices. Her mouth expanded into a smile as they kissed, whether from the orgasm or that she tasted her on Adam's lips, he didn't know. One hand remained on her face, stroking her soft cheek while the other was still at her waist, caressing the soft curves of her body as her leg involuntarily wrapped around on of Adam's own.
"What," Adam whispered as she couldn't hold back her smile anymore, softly chuckling.
"Nothing," she whispered back, wrapping an arm around his back.
"Come on, tell me," Adam said back, softly, breaking out in a grin of his own.
"Well, it's just that… Ooh, that's nice," she sighed with content as he began to kiss her neck, sending shivers that he felt run down her body.
"What is it," Adam reiterated as he continued to plant soft kisses on her smooth skin.
"I never thought you'd be this good," she said, giggling quietly.
"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment," he asked, and lifted him up, his face hovering inches above hers. Her eyes slowly opened for the first time after her orgasm and Adam saw the love in those eyes staring right back at him.
"Of course you are, silly," Gypsy said, reached down with one hand and grabbed his erect cock. Suddenly, something struck him as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, pulling the skin every which way.
"Gypsy, I don't need any…" Adam started, but she cut him off by raising her head and planting a full kiss on his lips.
"Shhh…" she whispered as she rolled over in the bed, causing Adam to drop down onto his side as she leaned half-off the bed and reached for the nightstand drawer.
A few seconds, a quickly ripped package, and a skillful maneuver later, Adam was on his back, his erect manhood pointing upwards, with a condom deftly rolled over it. Gypsy squatted around his waist, bent at the knees with her hands on my chest. The cocky and stupefied look on Adam's face told her exactly what he was wondering.
"I just picked it up somewhere," she said with an amused smirk upon her face.
"But I don't need the rain slick…"
"Humor me. I'd rather be safe than sorry."
"Fine. We can talk later."
Adam's hands ran up her thighs and gently stopped around her waist as she dropped one hand to grasp his hardness, stroking it and spreading the lubrication up and down his lightening rod. Gently lowering herself, she stopped as the tip touched her outer lips. Gypsy began running his cock up and down her slit, slowly she moved her hips in pleasure as she bent over to kiss Adam. He felt his steel enter her and the walls grasp onto his invading member as she sank downwards onto him. After a few inches, she lifted herself up a bit and pushed back down, allowing more of Adam into her. It wasn't long before Gypsy completely sat atop of him, his prick buried deep within her.
Adam thought they both gasped as she slowly lifted up, feeling her juices, still copious from her orgasm mere minutes ago, lubricating his cock, as well as the feeling of her inner muscles squeezing around his shaft as she pushed slowly back down onto his joystick. After a few more cautious strokes into her, Gypsy began to pick up pace and slid up and down with relative ease, the strokes themselves, gradually decreasing with her speed until she was pulling only an inch or two out before slamming back down as fast as she could. Her head was thrown back, panting and moaning as Adam began to thrust his hips up to meet hers.
"Oh God," Adam moaned as he felt himself push deeper into her tight, wet hole. He hissed as it had been along time since her felt a nice warm and tight pussy like hers.
"Oh, harder. Fuck me deeper, Adam," Gypsy wailed, bouncing uncontrollably on his cock. Her left hand traveled down to where their bodies met, her hand cupped herself, fingers spread around his heat, furiously rubbing the top of her slit, briefly inserting a finger in along with Adam's rooster. He could do nothing but look at where their genitals clashed and gape in astonishment. One hand went up to her breasts and squeezed the firm flesh and pinched the erect, pink nipples as Adam's other rubbed against her pussy, felt for her clit that occasionally brushed up against his thumper. They had been going at it for barely fifteen minutes before Gypsy suddenly arched back, which Adam quickly learned was her involuntary signal for an orgasm, but he had yet prepared for it when she began to spasm around his cock, moaned loudly and shook. Her arms weakened on Adam's chest and collapsed on top of him, her body still jerking from her orgasm. Gypsy's head rested on Adam's shoulder as she recovered, but as if nothing happened at all, her body began to rock against Adam's again, his cock once again going back to work as evidence of their immortal quickening recovery surfaced.
"Fuck me Adam..." Gypsy whispered in Adam's ear.
His hand went down to her tight ass and grasped her cheeks as he thrust his hips upwards, pushed it as far into her as he could. Adam knew that they both could hear sounds that were made every time his cock pushed into her squishy and wet pussy that was still leaking out her orgasm juices that Adam could feel around the base of his gun. Gypsy's arms were wrapped around his neck, held on tightly as she was forced upwards with every thrust of his hips. And just as fast as she was drained from her orgasm, she was back at it, slowly and smoothly thrusting her hips down as Adam pushed himself up into her. His fingers run up and down her ass and between her firm cheeks, coated with her wet come that was slowly dripping out of her.
"Oh," Gypsy exclaimed in surprise and amazement as Adam's lubricated finger rubbed against the asshole. She lifted her head and bent down to kiss him as his other hand wandered down, to rub the top of her slit and the folds of skin covering her clit, between their sweating bodies. Gypsy stifled a yelp as Adam's pushed up hard against her, hips bumped against her own. As his regenerated energy caused him to trust into her pussy harder than before, her breathing became ragged and short, her lips broke contact with his to let out a long and low moan. Even before her moan died, Gypsy forced her mouth back upon Adam's own, forced her tongue into his mouth.
"Oh fuck," Gypsy moaned, a low rumble escaped her lips as another crashing orgasm hit her. Her nails clawed at the back of his neck as her body shook before loosening her grip just a little.
"Oh God, Gypsy," Adam moaned as his pace quickened, pushing an almost lifeless Gypsy up and down his shaft. He felt the need for release grow and that wonderful sensation in his loins sent tingles throughout his body, and Adam knew that he would not be able to hold out any longer. With a short, deep grunt, he pushed himself upwards once more before he came, shot his come up his shaft, aimed deep into her vagina, was splashing against the walls of the condom.
Gypsy rolled off of Adam after that and immediately wrapped her arms around his sweat slick body, pulled him tightly against her. His breathing gradually slowed after his intense come, all the while she wrapped his arm under and across her shoulders and brought his head down to kiss her forehead. Softly he kissed her cheek and neck, his lips trailed over to her lips, kissing them lightly.
"Gypsy…" Adam whispered.
"Haaa…" softly escaped her lips. Adam quietly slipped away from between her arms and tiptoed to the bathroom, tossing the used rubber in the trash before looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but smile, realizing what just took place in the bedroom, starting less than two hours ago. He frowned as he remembered what his friends had been counting on him to do.
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