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"Go on son," said Joshua.
"Then about ten minutes later I think, I barely moved Hero and I out of the way before I saw Liberty coming after us… Without Patti."
"I don't know what to tell you. There's going to be a break in the storm in another two hours from now. We aren't going to be able to get search teams up there until the storm completely passes."
"I know she'll be fine," Adam said as Dan came in with 3 mugs of hot chocolate.
"Son, I know you don't want to face it right now but, she may be dead and buried in the snow if she's injured. If she's not injured, she may freeze to death up there," said Joshua.
Adam nodded, even though right then all he was worried about was a bear or some hellcat attacking her and taking off her head. At this point he knew Joshua and Dan would think it was a miracle she was alive or just incredibly lucky when they found her. Off handedly he knew MacLeod and Dawson would be wondering where he and Gypsy were. He could imagine his and her answering machines full of messages asking where in the bloody hell they were.
"Have you got a way to make calls up here," Adam asked, and hoped he could reach Mac and Joe.
"For emergencies we have a radio. There's a ranger station about 10 miles away from here. If you want to we can send a message through to the ranger station and they can pass it on. Follow me."
"That would be great. I'm going to try and reach some friends of mine to come up here."
"Well tell them not to rush, the snow's still blowing out there."
Hours passed by and Joshua got through to the local ranger station that got a message through to the local sheriff. The local sheriff contacted the Seacouver Police, who dispatched an officer to go to MacLeod's loft with a message from Adam because Duncan's line had been tied up and they didn't want to keep trying.
MacLeod's Loft Apartment.
Seacouver, BC.
7:00 p.m.
Duncan just finished setting all the food on the table. Joe was in Duncan's high backed wicker chair, wondering where in the hell Adam and Gypsy were. Obviously they were now late for Christmas dinner. Duncan and Joe made calls and left messages while at the table. No answers.
"Well I say we just eat. We've already left three million messages on their answering machines. Both Adam and Gypsy's phones are off," said Joe.
"They obviously aren't home. They said they were coming, right?"
"Yes, the man came up with the whole idea."
Duncan and Joe were eating dinner when there was a knock at the door. Duncan wiped his hands on a dishtowel, tossed it onto the counter, and then went to get the door.
"Merry Christmas, can I help you Officer…?"
"Officer Stapleton. Merry Christmas, are you Duncan MacLeod?"
"Yes."
"I have a message for you from Adam Pierson," he said as he handed Duncan an envelope. "Mr. Pierson has been trying to contact you for several hours."
"Please, come in."
Duncan opened the note immediately and started to read it.
"I'm Joe Dawson. I'm a friend of Adam's. I believe it's our fault about the phones. We've been calling and leaving messages on his and Patti's answering machines. They were supposed to meet us for Christmas dinner."
"Adam says he's lost Patti during a snowstorm in the mountains, out by Stovall Ranch. Says sorry about dinner and to go ahead and eat without them."
"Is there anything else Mac?"
"Yeah, that the New Year's Event will be at the ranch to make up for ruining our Christmas dinner. Said he'll be staying at the ranch until they can rescue Patti."
"That's going to be a long time. The storm isn't supposed to let up until Tuesday. They've got about 13 inches up there already," said Officer Stapleton.
"Mac, we need to get up there. Maybe let Amanda and Richie know what's going on."
"Okay here's the plan. Officer, can you take Joe home so that he can get some warmer clothing?"
"I'm still on duty so I can't be a taxi service but under the circumstances, yes I will. I'm off in a half an hour anyway."
"We really appreciate you spending your holiday like this," said Duncan.
"It's ok, I have nowhere else to be anyway."
"Joe, go home and get changed. I'm going to pack up some leftovers to take to Adam, and maybe to snack on. Then I'll go change and meet you downstairs. That way I can load up the back seat with a basket, my gear, and when you get back we can load up your gear in the back."
"Then I'll take you by escort up to the sheriff station. The roads are bad with all the snow up there. Then they can escort you to the ranger station, and from there the Ranger can take you to Stovall Ranch."
"The chains are in a compartment under the back seat for the tires Mac."
"Right. We can do that when we get to the sheriff station. I'll run over to Adam's and pack him a bag," but he wasn't going to tell the officer that he didn't have a key to get in.
"Good idea, Mac. And grab some extra clothes for Patti as well. I'm glad I got my tires changed last week," said Joe.
"Gentlemen, I think we have a plan," said Officer Stapleton, "Mr. Dawson, if you are ready."
"Coming."
So Joe and Officer Stapleton left. Duncan made up an entire picnic basket for Adam and for anytime they were hungry. Then he loaded up Joe's SUV and while he did so he decided he better do all the driving. Duncan locked up the building, after he had changed, so Joe and Officer Stapleton left. Duncan made up an entire picnic basket for Adam and for anytime they were hungry. Then he loaded up Joe's SUV and while he did so he decided he better do all the driving. Duncan locked up the building, after he had changed, and went to Adam's apartment to pack some things for him. He came back within 20 minutes and was in the dojo office taking care of contacting Amanda and Richie. He left messages on their cell phones.
About 10 minutes later, Officer Stapleton and Joe pulled up. Joe moved his duffel bag out of the police blazer and into his SUV. Then he rang up Duncan in the office, "We're back Mac."
"Be right there," he turned off the lights, locked up his office, and he went though the side door.
Joe was waiting for Mac in the passenger seat with a thermos of hot coffee. Duncan hopped in and put on his seatbelt.
"It's ok Mac. I thought ahead and we'd get there faster if you drove. I'll be shotgun and the coffee monitor. Let's get this show on the road."
Stovall Ranch.
Whistler.
9:00 p.m.
"Have you really got enough room for us all here," asked Adam.
"We're going to put you up in one of our Bunkhouses we use for summer camp kids. We'll also put the search and rescue teams out by you. We've got plenty of room."
"Thanks. I'm sorry if we're imposing."
"It's no big deal. You and all those others are going to need places to stay once the storm lets up. I'm just glad we built them last year, or we'd have a problem. And to further ease your mind son, the Bunkhouses out there do have heating systems so it won't be so cold when we send you all out there."
Stovall Ranch.
Whistler.
11:00 p.m.
The snow and all the stops made the two hour ride into an almost three hour ride. They made it to the ranch and while the snow still heavily fell. Joshua Stovall was waiting for Duncan and Joe on the porch in his parka.
Duncan got out and helped Joe out of the SUV. Then he picked him up and carried him in his arms a few feet to the porch because the snow was going to be too deep to walk in. He set him on the porch.
"I'm Joe Dawson and this is Duncan MacLeod."
"I'm Joshua Stovall, owner. Welcome, Adam's inside by the fire."
"Joe, you go on in and I'll unload," said Duncan.
"I'll help too," said Joshua, "Less trips out in this weather the better."
"I couldn't agree more," said Duncan.
Adam saw Joe walk in through the doorway into the large living room with the nice huge fire.
"Joe, what a surprise! I wasn't expecting you to come up here tonight. I know it's not much of one, but Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas. Mac and Joshua are unloading my SUV."
"This was Mac's idea wasn't it?"
"Guilty as charged. Merry Christmas Adam," said Duncan as he came closer and gave Adam a quick hug.
"Merry Christmas Mac. I guess you got my message. I really wasn't expecting company so soon."
"Ok, then we're here for Patti," said Joe, Adam, and Duncan smiled.
"We're staying in one of their Bunkhouses," said Adam.
"Joshua said he'd have our things taken out there. We brought you a bag, in case you wanted to change…" Duncan said and solemnly left the rest of the emotion hang in the air.
"Thanks Mac. I really appreciate it."
"We also brought a basket of leftovers," said Joe, "So you didn't completely miss out on dinner. We'll talk out at the Bunkhouse."
"Gentlemen, the Bunkhouse is ready if you want to head over and hit the hay," said Dan.
"Thanks Dan. Dan McCord, this is Joe Dawson and Duncan MacLeod, friends of mine."
"Nice to meet you both," he said as he shook their hands.
"It's a pleasure, good to meet you," Duncan and Joe said.
"Shall we? I've got my snowmobile outside to lead you out to the bunkhouses. We cleared a path out of the snow that has already fallen. Oh Joshua told me to tell you, there is a little kitchenette if you wanted to heat that food up, just make sure you unplug it after every time you use it. Saves on the power bill."
"Great, thanks Dan. I'll ride with you, Mac," said Adam.
Bunkhouse Number 1.
Stovall Ranch.
Whistler.
11:30 p.m.
Duncan helped Joe into the bunkhouse and Adam began to unload what was left in the back of the SUV. All three gentlemen were surprised to see that not only were there bunk beds, but a sink and shower, and fresh clean bedding. Each one took a bottom bunk, and they then stored their gear in the top bunks after Dan had brought it out and left it on the carpeted floor.
"I'm starved. You guys want to join me," asked Adam.
"I'm fine, Joe?"
"No, I'm good. Maybe a snack later."
"So Adam, your note didn't really say much," said Duncan as he began to help Adam empty the basket, "What I'm getting at is, what happened?"
"Gypsy and I went horseback riding, had a snowball fight, and it was snowing, then suddenly it got really bad. She took off on Liberty and I couldn't find her in the blizzard like winds. Then Liberty came back to me and Gypsy was gone. I searched as best I could but it began to get too cold for the horses. So I took them back to the stables."
"Did you feel her at all," Joe asked as he found makings for coffee.
"No. I didn't so she must have gone far."
"We're going to have to come up with a plan C on our own," said Duncan as he leaned against the counter near the sink.
"Right… Wait, plan C?"
"Well plan A was getting us here, and I am assuming plan B is search and rescue teams, so I think you and I will have to go searching for her while Joe stays here keeping down the fort," said Duncan.
"Right. I need to be here and see if they have an Internet connection here. Hook up my computer if we need help.
"Duncan's right, unfortunately you can't come search with us unless you want to take your SUV, but I don't want to risk it getting overturned or running out of gas. The snow isn't good to walk on now."
"I brought a couple pairs of snow shoes and skis if we need them," said Duncan.
"I am assuming after a while they'll be calling off the search teams because they will assume she's dead," said Joe.
"I think at first we'll go out with the teams and search. If we feel Gypsy, we'll be able to find her. If there's another immortal with her, then we'll have to either go back with the teams or create a diversion so that one of us can go check it out. I don't want to have to come all the way back here and then get back out there and not feel anything."
"Did you feel anyone else up there," asked Joe as he poured three cups of coffee.
"No."
"Have you got a map of the area," Duncan asked.
Adam grabbed his coat, went out to his vehicle, and got the maps from the glove compartment. He noticed Gypsy's purse, curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it. He saw her gun, some cosmetics, her cell phone, and her wallet. Adam was upset that she didn't think of taking her purse with. It had a long enough strap. She could have just put it over her head and wore it across her chest. He went back inside and to the kitchen where Mac and Joe were sitting at the counter on stools.
"She left her gun and cell phone in the Jimmy."
"Well at least we know now she won't be calling for help," said Joe.
"Here's where we were. Maybe halfway to Ransom Lake, we were up in the mountains. With the storm it made it hard to get my bearings."
"This storm is really going to kill us," Duncan said, "If we could get a break we could find her, but the longer it snows the harder it will be to track her."
"Our tracks are gone for sure now," said Adam, "This is good Mac… I'm really sorry we couldn't make it to dinner."
"It's no big deal. I'm just glad we didn't lose you both out there."
"Next year, I'm spending Christmas somewhere warmer," said Adam as he poured another up of coffee for his two friends.
"Hey, did you get a hold of Amanda and Richie," asked Joe as he started to pick at the left over ham.
"No. I left messages on both of their phones. I doubt they'll be coming up here anytime soon. Amanda and Richie's little vacation on me is about to end once I report my credit card stolen and they can't buy any more room service on me."
"She'll get over it, trust me," said Adam.
Ransom Lake.
Near Whistler.
December 26, 2003.
12:30 a.m.
Saphyre saddled up her horse, and put a bundled up Gypsy on her horse, she secured her cave, and went through the caves on horseback to the other side of the mountain. Once there it was another 20 miles to her real home, a single story cabin near the water's edge of the lake. Saphyre held onto Gypsy tightly as she rode the horse as fast as she could through the snow, which wasn't very fast. The storm winds had died and the snow had stopped falling and Saphyre was glad that the storm would be back in the morning to cover her tracks during the night. Thankfully the snow was bright enough during the night so she wouldn't get lost.
She began to think while she traveled during the night. When she would reach her home she decided she'd have to revise her plans, maybe play a few tricks on Adam, and then wait until he came to her…
Saphyre Ravyn's Cabin.
Ransom Lake.
Near Whistler.
1:30 a.m.
Saphyre rode her horse Atlas into the small one stall barn. She dismounted and brought Gypsy down. She propped her up against a support beam, fed Atlas a bit of food, then put on Atlas' winter coat, and winter booties to protect him from the cold winds that might blow through when the storm picked back up. Saphyre lugged Gypsy over her shoulder and into the cabin, and took her into her bedroom. She put Gypsy into her bed, covered her with a couple quilts, and then piled furs on top to keep her warm. She locked her bedroom door and then Saphyre went to sleep in a little bed built into the wall, under more furs she had trapped and cleaned.
About 3 a.m. Gypsy found herself in a passionate dream about her and Adam. She reached out to him and he came to her. Once in bed she longingly kissed him as if to let him know she was safe. She rolled with him onto her back and she opened her legs to readily take his weight upon her body. She savored his kisses and ran her fingers through his hair, along his shoulders, to his back, tracing the outline of his body until she reached his flannel pajama bottoms. Gypsy gripped his buttocks and made him feel her heat through his clothing. Then she dragged her nails over his cheeks and up his spine. She felt his kisses burn along her neckline and collarbones. Her body immediately responded to his hands as they began to caress and explore. To make her remember the places they had been and what she felt like then. Gypsy raised her leg and locked it above his left hip. She used her other leg to thrust herself into his pajama pants.
She felt his hands gently cup and caress her breasts. The warmth of his lips and breath made her moan and she arched her back closer to him. She craned her neck in exquisite pleasure.
"Adam, oh I have missed you," she said as he flicked his tongue across her nipples and made her grip the sheets.
"Mmm, me too. God I love you," he responded and she felt him slip lower out of the grip of her thigh.
Gypsy's body became so warm. She watched as he came up quickly to plant a kiss on the soft layer of skin that protected her loving heart and followed it with another kiss just below her rib cage. She giggled a little. Slowly, she felt his mouth paint a trail down her stomach. Gypsy giggled as Adam's tongue jabbed at her belly button. She could smell her fragrance as it got stronger, an intoxicating aroma that lured Adam into her love bush. She pulled his head up to pause for a moment, allowing herself to shift her hips into a more comfortable position. She grabbed a pillow and tossed it to Adam so he could slide it under the small of her back. She pushed Adam back down between her legs; his hands supported her buttocks. Gypsy watched Adam as he stared at her hidden treasure, now moist and open, awaiting his kiss. Her lips were full and pouting, her clitoris seemed to throb in anticipation. She watched him inhale deeply and sigh before covering her swollen hood with his mouth. Gypsy felt his tongue lash out, light as a feather, and her moan delighted Adam.
"Ooooh!" She cried out as her hips bucked at his touch. She felt him flatten his tongue and slide it down the length of her slit. "Oh yes! Mmm!"
With deliberate and careful swipes, Gypsy felt Adam's tongue anoint her holy altar. She began to groan as she felt the hardness of Adam's tongue as it probed her depths like a miniature cock; soft and curved, it lapped at her folds like a silken brush. Gypsy's fingers clutched at the short strands of his hair as best she could, grinded his face against her pubis. Her breathing became ragged and each time his tongue neared her clit it caused Gypsy's hips to spasm. She knew that Adam knew how to control the pace and followed her cues, he was able to back off each time she started to go over the edge. Gypsy's moans became more insistent, interspersed with mewls of pleasure, and she pleaded with Adam to let her come.
"Yes! That's it! Right the… Oh, Please, don't stop!" She cried and made him lift his head, his mouth and chin glazed with her juices. Her eyes glared at Adam, desperate and pleading. His sudden smile must have seemed wicked to her.
"Roll over."
Gypsy stared at him, lost in her need for release and for a few moments Adam wasn't sure is she would do it. Gradually, however, a smile danced at the corner of her lips and Gypsy shifted her body weight. Then her pearly, rounded ass cheeks were swaying lazily before Adam. She felt his hands as they ran over them, squeezed the soft flesh. She felt him give one a playful slap and Gypsy wiggled her hips, moaned into the pillow. She felt his warm lips kiss first one cheek and then the other, let his hand slide lightly between them. Then she felt him play bite and kiss her ass as he shoved three fingers into her love juice saturated pussy. The pillow muffled Gypsy as she screamed as she came in a gush, washed over Adam's fingers and trailed down her legs. Her legs quiver and her chest heaved as the pent up force of her orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. Gypsy felt him continue to work his finger in and out of her while his tongue flicked and made a trail up her spine.
Gypsy felt the giant loss as Adam pulled his fingers from her dripping pussy. She looked over in time to see his hard member as it became free of the confines of his flannel pajama pants. She felt his body shift as he moved behind her; Adam slid his cock into her open pussy in one smooth thrust. Her head came off the pillow.
"Yes! Oh, God! Fuck me hard!" She cried and Adam started pounding her, long, rhythmic strokes that rammed deep inside her.
Gypsy braced her arms and shoulders on the bed and slammed her ass back against Adam, matched him stroke for stroke.
"Yes, dammit! Give it to me!" She felt Adam's hand strike her ass cheek; a stinging slap that left a palm print outlined in pink. "Yes!"
Then suddenly she felt Adam slap her other cheek and again she cried out, and wriggled her ass for more. Dimly, both of them became aware that they both had crossed some threshold of desire and intensity; that their groans of passion were now sounding more like grunts of animal lust. And even as the realization sunk in that they had entered into the realm of Caveman Sex, they both knew that there was only one thought on both of their minds... More. Give me more. She felt Adam wrench his member from her pussy and pull her up on all fours. She felt his bulbous head and suddenly he shoved it back into her love canal. Gypsy's cry was louder than before, so loud that Adam paused, fearing that he hurt her.
"Wait!" Gypsy cried and the veins on her neck were standing out. "Oh, Jesus, I think you're going to split me in half!"
She felt Adam start to pull out. "Do you want me to…"
"Stop! Don't pull out! Just wait! Let me get used to it."
Gypsy took a couple of deep breaths and then pushed back against Adam and he slipped in a little further.
"Okay." Her voice was calmer now, less shrill. "Now, just take it easy for a minute."
Slowly, she felt his cock inch forward. "Wait!" He paused and then gingerly continued to feed his cock into her.
"My god, how did that thing get larger?" She asked but didn't really want to know.
The sensation was different than before somehow, but finally the shaft was buried to the hilt and she moaned. After a moment, she felt Adam slide his cock back, left only the thick head inside. Forward again, until his balls gently slapped the juicy folds of her cunt.
"Oh, fuck!" Gypsy moaned, "I thought I was full before!"
Position held; she felt him lean forward to plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck. She felt his hands slip under her, cup her breasts, and flick at her nipples. "So tell me," he breathed in her ear, "How's it feel?"
Gypsy tried to chuckle but what came out was a groan. "Well," she managed, "Let's just say I know how a pig feels when it's on a spit."
She heard Adam laugh and she wiggled her ass playfully.
"Okay. You got that monster in there. Are you going to fuck me with it or just enjoy the view?"
She felt his answer as a sudden jerk of his hips and her body shuddered like a thoroughbred after a good workout. With lazy strokes, Gypsy and Adam began a slow comfortable screw. She arched her back like a cat as Adam started to pick up speed and soon they're in rhythm again. The feeling of tension was indescribable and Gypsy knew it wouldn't be long before Adam came. Out of the blue to raise the intensity level, she felt her hair being pulled back. She felt his touch and her ass backed up even harder.
"Yes! That's it!" Gypsy felt his cock piston in and out of her now. Just a few seconds more.
She felt that he had a good handhold, just behind the nape on her hair. There was no escape.
"Oh, yes! Please! Do it!" One more thrust and she felt Adam tug on her hair. Hard. Her back arched as her was pulled back and her scream ignited his orgasm.
"God, yes! I'm coming!" She heard as he let go.
The power that rushed through them was so strong it was hard on them both not to pass out. Gypsy felt Adam spasm, filling her wet tunnel with what remained of his gism. She felt him release her hair as her muscles go out of control. The pillow muffled her cries again and her body crumpled beneath his. With one last thrust she felt the weight of Adam as he collapsed on her. They laid together on the bed, still joined, both of them completely spent. Somehow Gypsy managed to draw the covers over them, and with the last ounce of energy Adam possessed, he threw his arm around Gypsy, and she lazily caressed his arm. She knew he needed to feel her touch, to know that this was what she wanted. Just before Adam drifted off to sleep, he felt her hand grab hold of his and kiss it. Then they went to sleep.
But Gypsy wasn't the only one dreaming about Adam. Saphyre was also dreaming about the last time she and Adam had spent some quality time together. It was a few days before Don Salzer's murder at the hands of Kalas. Saphyre had planned a nice picnic in her apartment for lunch, and if her magic worked she'd have him stay long enough for dinner and dessert. She had decorated the room with a few aromatherapy candles amongst other non-scented candles. She had all the food cut up and in containers in the refrigerator, except for the breads. Her idea expanded and she spread out a blanket close but not too close to the fireplace. She found some materials that went with the color themes of the room. Saphyre went into her room, pulled out an old suitcase from her closet, and put it up against the bricks of the raised fireplace base. She arranged the fabrics to flow out of the open suitcase.
Then she found a shipping box small enough to fit under the fabrics so that the non-cut fruits could cascade with the fabrics so that it would look like it was flowing. She hooked up the fondue pot and hid the cords under rugs and blankets. She was expecting Adam in an hour so she went and hit the shower to get ready. She dressed in a pretty tiger print baby doll outfit that covered all the right places. She applied some perfume she knew drove him wild because he bought it for her one Valentine's Day. Truth be told, she loved Huntress, and she loved how it mixed with her body chemistry. But of course the added pheromones were also a plus. She brushed out her hair and teased it into a mane like a lion. Then she went into the living room and began to light all the candles, and then she went into the kitchen, and cut up the breads for a platter. She always saved the crust of the bread for herself.
Just as she finished, she heard the doorbell ring. She hotfooted the platter to the tiled and raised fireplace floor. Then ran to the door. She knew it was he by his immortal presence. Saphyre opened the door and struck a pose like the perfume suggested, she was a huntress and Adam was her prey.
His gaze traveled slowly up her body, reluctantly leaving the promise of moist lover's warmth at the apex of her body and returning to her face, they were both smiling. He loved the thought of how her bright red lipstick would feel against his lips, how it would taste in the beginning of their kiss, and disappear as their mouths first flirted, and then made more passionate love to each other. The taste of her tongue familiar and always fresh and alive; made his mouth water with desire.
"Wow. You look fantastic."
"Come 'ere lover boy."
Adam came into the apartment, she kissed him warmly hello, and felt her caress his buttocks as he passed her. He couldn't help noticing her saucy wink. Sweeping past her, he threw a cheerful glance over his shoulder.
"Do this often, milady?" he asked.
"What?" she asked playfully. "Invite a handsome man into my apartment?" she teasingly declared and struck a theatric pose, toe-pointed and hip angled toward him. Adam noticed the alluring way the baby doll top tented from her firm breasts, across the valley of her tummy, and onto the prominent mound. It was one of the sexiest sights in his memory.
"Oops," She quickly placed her fingertips over her mouth and playfully batted her eyelashes. "I'm hardly filling the role of a courtesan with competence, am I? I'm here to please and be agreeable and never utter a discouraging word."
"Hmmm, pleasant thought." he murmured. Adam thought Saphyre could never have been a courtesan, she was wonderfully open, outspoken, and even, on occasion, too prickly and outspoken. And his understanding was courtesans were nothing if not accommodating in all ways. "Stay, stay, stay as you are, my funny Saphyre. Besides I love the way you talk when you make love to me."
Laughingly Saphyre asked, "Do you suppose courtesans were really like that?"
"Don't know, don't care," he lied, "Cookie Monster Want You!" His eyes moved happily from her lips in constant motion, looking delicious, secretly reminding him of the lips he loved to kiss and taste when at last she opened herself to him. What would she say if she knew that little secret, he wondered. How could she possibly make it lovelier? Her eyes were dancing, her green pools holding him, seeming to swallow him, and invite him, entice him, charm him.
"Come, I have our picnic for two waiting."
Adam nuzzled her neck, "Lead on, I'm yours at least until 5. Then I have to go back to the shop."
"We'll see about that," she said as she hung up his trench coat on the stand near the door and then proudly proclaimed, "I'm so incredibly happy you're here... I could scream."
"Please don't," Adam laughed.
She turned toward him and grinned, "And if I do? What? Hmm?"
"I'd have to find a way to silence you."
Her brows arched. "Really?"
They stood a few feet apart in her hallway, their passionate expectations palpable between them. She opened her mouth.
"Ah-ah!" he cautioned with a smile and his own brows arching.
Her smile was heated, tantalizing, and so provocative, he wondered for a moment how alluring she had become to him.
[Has she read my mind?] He wondered.
She was making her mouth even more alluring, or was it his own passionate thoughts of her pussy, making him even more sensitive to the sights and sounds of his lovely Saphyre?
He moved the few feet separating them and captured her jubilant cry into his mouth that covered hers. His mouth engulfed hers, and his hands easily cupped her bottom, pulling her hard against his growing erection. A tiny chill shimmered down her spine, a delicious sensation, completely alive. It was like the tremulous flutter she sometimes felt just at the moment his tongue first opened her pussy lips and found her clitoris waiting. She reveled in the heated pleasure provoked by the silken warmth of his mouth and exploring tongue, by the hard length of his body pressed firmly against hers. His kiss deepened, the taste, and scent of him filling her mouth and nostrils, the exquisite feel of him so familiar, each breath more tempting as if his kisses served as appetizers and soon she would be served his main course… In her urgency and desire she forgot about the surprise in the living room and slid her arms around his neck, lifted her face to better accommodate his mouth, melted against his taller, muscled frame and began kissing him back.
"You will always be the perfect end to each of my days from now on," she murmured, pulling away for a moment, gazing up at him with adoration. "I love the way you kiss me. I'm hot all the way down to my toes. Do your toes tingle?"
He gently brushed his fingertip over her swollen lips. "We are, I want to, I am too and strangely enough, my toes are tingling."
She felt him pause, their mouths poised for each other. He held back, eyes melting into hers. They stood, breathing each other's breath for moments, perhaps minutes.
"Mmm," was all he said.
Then he moved against her so that the warm, firm form of his erection pressed large against her tummy. To Adam, it felt wonderful, his cock was vertical now, the pressure of his jeans teased him, passion flooding his mind, taking over his body, which now felt like a huge bundle of nerve endings longing to touch more and more of Saphyre's body.
"Oh good. That's sooo good. Don't make me wait too long," she whispered and then she smiled at him. She moved her hips in an answering undulation, the grand length of him sending a shiver up her spine.
"You said something about a picnic?"
She led him into the living room where her picnic was waiting.
"This looks amazing and I'm betting tastes just as amazing as it looks," he said.
"Off with those boots and you can relax here with me. Everything's all warmed up."
"I am starved."
"Not sexually I hope."
Adam laughed, "No, I didn't eat much breakfast this morning."
"I'm going to have to do something about that."
Saphyre fed Adam and he fed her, teasing each other as the wine continued to flow. She put Adam on his back comfortably as she fed him the last of the chocolate dipped strawberries. As he ate it Saphyre leaned forward and whispered in his left ear...
"Let go..." and she got on top of Adam.
Adam watched her face as she slid down his shaft in his jeans. He saw her puffy lips, her eyes glazed with lust, and then she began to kiss the left side of his neck. He gasped and then hissed as she play-bit at his ear lobe.
"You realize Adam, don't you, that simply looking at you makes me horny," Saphyre smiled. His perfect teeth flashed white in a grin.
"Lord, you must be tipsy."
"You know I barely drink."
She settled herself above his saddle and then kissed him wildly. As she used her tongue to force her way into his mouth she rubbed her body against his zipper. Adam moaned as he suddenly felt heat in his groin area, more heat than he knew was his. She moved to the other side of his neck and ear lobe so that they wouldn't feel neglected. Adam stroked her thighs all the way up to her chest. She stopped him, as he was about to take her breasts into his hands.
"You are going to have to lose this," she said and tugged at his dark gray Henley.
Adam sat up and pulled it over his head. She tossed it aside and made him lie back down. Saphyre spread his legs and stretched herself the length of his body. Now her body was lying on his special area and creating more pressure and heat.
[Oh god, why did I have to leave my boxers at home today... Oh right, have to do laundry.] Adam thought.
"Hey, it's only fair... If I have to lose something you have to lose something."
"Not yet. I'm not ready," she said and them captured his lips with hers and kissed him.
In her mind no one would ever be filling Adam's place with her. Adam was the perfect lover she always wanted, had searched a little over three centuries to find, and someday soon they would be getting married now that they had been engaged 5 years going on 6. It would have to be in secret, but just to know that he was hers and she was his was enough for her. She could deal with sneaking into dark alleys and each other's apartments to be with one another. But the most dangerous things of all were not to get found out by the watchers and hunted by the renegade watchers or other immortals. So far the only mortal watcher that Saphyre had contact with was Don, because technically, Adam was only supposed to be watching Saphyre, not getting involved. Anytime she had contact with Don she always disguised her face and voice just to be careful.
When she began to dry hump Adam through his jeans he thought he was going to lose it. He hissed and gasped and wondered if he was going to last much longer. She had her mouth trained on making his nipples hard as Adam began to try and thrust up on his own. She stopped him and made him bring up his legs and lock her in his thighs. Now with this new angle for Adam, he gripped onto the sheets as she began to hump faster.
"Oh Saph, yes..." he cried out. Saph was his nickname for her. "Honey, oh god. I'm... Not... Going to... Nnnnggaaah... Last much... Longer if you keep doing what you're doing."
When they first met he wondered why she was called Saphyre, since she was Irish with red hair and green eyes. She told him that she was named after her adoptive mother's favorite gemstone when she was found in September. Later when she was older she found out her birthstone was a Sapphire. She said her adoptive mother spelled her name Saphyre because it was one less letter P to remember and she liked how it looked. As Saphyre went through her university days, she found that she liked the classic gothic style of using Y instead of E or I. She sent a silent thanks to her adoptive mother that had long ago passed. A serial killer had killed her and her mother… Only she revived and her mother didn't.
Saphyre stopped and moved out of his legs. She flipped open the band of his jeans and began to bring the zipper down.
"Oh my, my… Someone brought me a present…"
"I need to do some laundry."
"No problem. Get it together and I'll wash it with mine. Tomorrow's laundry night."
She finished with the zipper and moved down to take off his socks. She slowly slipped the cotton over his heels and off of his feet so that he wouldn't stretch his socks. Saphyre reached up and began to work his jeans off as he rocked from side to side. Now he was bare as a baby and all hers.
"Ok, now who's over dressed," said Adam.
"Shush. I'm not ready yet."
Saphyre crawled back up her prey, took a hold of his face, and longingly kissed him. Then she released him but not before he sucked on her lower lip.
"You still taste like cheese, chocolate, and wine… Tell me, when do I get to torture you with my lips, hands, and body until you quiver, mewl and purr?"
"When I'm done," she said and then she all of a sudden took him fully into her mouth, right up to the base.
Adam wanted to damn near come off the floor, but he couldn't. His whole body was screaming, 'Yes!' as he felt her and possibly all the rest of his immortal blood going to his groin.
[Oh God, I am so going to get her back for this… Yesss!] Were his thoughts as she began to use her tongue everywhere, along the shaft around the base, at the butterfly zone, and she licked with the tip of her tongue at all the at all the bulging veins.
"God please Saphyre, I'm going to..."
Saphyre immediately took the edge off and Adam sighed in relief. Adam reached for her panties and they came open with a snap to Adam's surprise. She straddled his waist and rubbed her groin against Adam's.
"You're so wet… Yesss… Oh please…"
"Please what," Saphyre asked as she took him into her hands and guided his head just in side.
"Please let me taste your sweet juices..."
So Saphyre put a finger into her and then brought it to her lips just to tease Adam. She watched as his mouth practically watered as she held her finger just above his chest.
"Love please, I beg of you..." and then she let him take her hand into his as he guided her finger into his mouth.
The taste was so sweet that Adam raised his hips into Saphyre, and she again put her juice on her fingers and gave them both another taste of her. She moaned as Adam massaged her finger with his tongue as if her finger was him and his tongue was the slick and warm, now hot walls of her pussy waiting for him.
"Oh baby, yes... Adam... God you know how to work your magic on me."
"No magic here, I'm just good," he said as he crooked his eyebrow in amusement and smiled.
Saphyre threw her head back and laughed, "No, you're great... The master..."
Now it was Adam's turn to laugh, and he let 'er rip. He wanted to thrust up to get her moving but she kept his hips pinned. She slowly brought herself down on him, inch by inch as she pulled the baby doll top off. He hissed like a tire let out air because in effect she had taken his breath away. She sat still in his lap getting adjusted before she brought her torso down and kissed him. This time Adam caught her by surprise and slipped her his tongue. Saphyre moaned and wrapped her arms round him. She began to rock her hips back and forth to allow Adam to get slicked by her juices. Slowly Adam started making love to Saphyre, deeper, slow, and firm. He thrust up into her and kissed her at the same time. She felt his hands rub her breasts and bite from his teeth on her neck.
Saphyre's hands were hard on his chest, her hips lowering to meet his, the melting heat of her desire flowing around his long, rigid length. "Please... More..."
As he obliged her by thrusting up to meet her, he heard her whisper,
"Don't stop... I want it all. Deeper," she implored.
"I want more, darling, more of you, want to feel more of you, touch you everywhere inside. I need this heat of yours, this wetness, this softness. God...It is so lovely! Can you imagine? Can you think what you feel like, to me, sweetheart?" His voice was tense, urgent, full of soft love for her now.
He moved again, and she moaned, the sleek friction stimulating ever sensitized nerve and cell to fever pitch. Her thighs opened wider to accommodate him, their panting filling the room. He was deep into her now and she pressed forward on him. Adam felt her hands move to his waist, her movements become liquid, sensual. She was letting him give her pleasure. The hands on his waist were not exactly guiding, just resting. Saphyre felt his eagerness, felt his slow exploration continue. She watched as he closed his eyes with pleasure and it filled her with an overflowing love that seemed almost thick enough to cut with a knife and feed to him. Her hands let her feel his love, feel the loving tenderness of his firm thrusting, his feeling of the long channel of her vagina. It was sheer pleasure, she thought holding him lightly like this but letting his motions transmit along her arms to the rest of her body. She shuddered with that pleasure and felt her nipples renew their puckered tension, jutting out now toward him, toward her lover.
Saphyre opened her legs still wider, raising her knees to tilt herself for more of his cock. She watched as his eyes closed as his orgasm was building in his balls. She smiled as perspiration from his exertion beaded on his temples and dripped onto her breasts. She felt the drop slowly slide down the slope of her breast, joining her own perspiration, now glistening in the cleavage between her breasts. She sighed with pleasure as she thought how full she felt, how his cock was spreading her and the way she felt as she consciously tried to squeeze it, to hold it, to nurture it as it opened the walls of her vagina. It was a lovely, sensuous thought, and she held it and turned in her mind. Settling into a luscious ebb and flow, the rhythm of their thrusting growing, his engorged cock throbbed against the hot, wet walls of her vagina, his strokes becoming more powerful, their hips flying in their need. The scent of sex filled the room, the heated odor of passionate bodies in sleek fusion, the raw primitive act of mating permeating the apartment.
Plunging so deeply into her she gasped and then her low cry shattered the early evening, her second orgasm broke, surged, swelled over them. His climax exploded, flowing downward in such violent ejaculations that he too cried out his pleasure.
"Wow!"
And then they were kissing again, their lips wet, swollen with blood, and each other's love.
"You came again, darling?"
"Oh, yes, hmm yes." She felt him smile against her ear and she stroked her hand along the perspiration on his chest. "Oh, yes!"
Saphyre spooned up her back to Adam's front after getting a blanket within arms reach and they both took a nap in front of the fireplace.
Two hours later, still in the dream, Saphyre woke up and started dinner because it was 4:00. Adam got up and began to get dressed at 4:30. Saphyre came over and distracted him long enough to have dinner and more wine. She took his hand, she led him to the bedroom.
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