Date:         Fri, 17 Nov 1995 15:30:39 -0600
Reply-To:     Julia Kosatka <JKosatka@UH.EDU>
Sender:       Highlander TV show stories <HLFIC-L@PSUVM.PSU.EDU>
From:         Julia Kosatka <JKosatka@UH.EDU>
Subject:      Into the Light, 2/6 (REPOST) ADULT

He hesitated, and Guinan sat up, sliding her hands beneath his sweater to
push it up and off.  She went for the fastening of his slacks, and he
stopped her.
        "No, let me."
        She gazed at him a moment, then nodded.  He took a deep, slightly
unsteady breath.  This was the last point at which he could turn back.
After this, he was committed, fully.  He felt awkward and adolescent as he
got to his knees to unfasten his trousers, sliding them down, then sat
back and kicked them the rest of the way off.  When he looked up, Methos
was kneeling beside Guinan, his fair skin a stark contrast to the darkness
of carpet and woman.
        It was a shock, seeing his friend for the first time as a sexual
being, rather than just... Methos.  He saw long, lean musculature; so
different from his own compact curves.  He was almost as hairless as
Guinan, just a dusting of darkness on chest and legs, though elsewhere it
was more profuse.  He was surprised to realize that he found Methos
beautiful, in the way he would appreciate a fine statue or painting.
        Guinan, lounging on the floor, made a sound of approval.  "Now
that's better."  Her gaze swept Duncan, then Methos, then she sighed and
rolled onto her belly again.
        Duncan focused on her, on the familiar.  He moved closer and swept
her hair aside, leaning down to tease the vulnerable nape of her neck with
his teeth.  She whimpered, her hips tucking forward as a shudder ran the
length of her.  This wasn't intimidating.  Together they could give her
more than separately.  He rained kisses and nips down the length of her
body, on the sensitive spots on either side of her spine just above the
curve of her buttocks.
        "Her back?"  Methos whispered, curious.
        Duncan nodded, reaching forward to find her hand.  Threading his
fingers through hers he began to lick the inside of her wrist, laving his
way up to just below the crease of her elbow.  She tossed her head, her
breath fast and ragged.  Her response was so quick, so fiery.  He
remembered how hot she was, how slick, and tight.  His own breathing
speeded up and he grew harder thinking about the way her body closed
around him as she peaked.
        Methos lay down beside her, stroking and kissing her back.  Duncan
moved to lie next to her on the other side, and set to work as well,
nipping the responsive area just behind her arm where the skin was fine
and silky.  He had a few self-conscious moments when he touched Methos
instead of Guinan as they worked, but after a while the discomfort faded
away to nothing.  The soft sounds Guinan made as they stroked her
encouraged him to deepen the intimacy with which he touched her.  He urged
her onto her side, which left her back available to Methos, while giving
him access to her less sensitive areas.  With Methos helping, there was no
need to neglect anything.
        He brought her uppermost knee forward over his hip, then bent to
taste her breasts as his fingers eased between her thighs.  A tremor shook
her as he gently opened her, insinuating a finger deep into her velvet
depths.  As always, he was surprised by how small she felt, how tight.
Her hips began to move, her body riding his fingers.  She grabbed his hair
and pulled his mouth up to hers, kissing him almost frantically.  As she
did, another hand moved between her thighs, and he relinquished that
position to Methos, shifting his fingers up to circle around and around
the nerve-center at the top of her cleft, his fingers slick with her
body's natural moisture.  It amazed him that it didn't seem to evaporate
like a human woman's would, instead remaining as sleekly wet after ten
minutes as it had been after one.  Another of those `little differences'
she'd spoken of.
        "It smells like incense in here,"  Methos said softly, looking
around, clearly puzzled.
     "That's me,"  Guinan said, sounding amused.
     "Nice perfume,"  Methos commented.
      Duncan grinned, shaking his head.  "Not perfume, her."  He withdrew
his fingers, holding out his hand.  Methos sniffed, then reached out and
caught Duncan by the wrist, pulling his hand closer.  Duncan resisted for
a moment, then yielded, allowing Methos to draw his fingers to his lips.
Leisurely, he sucked each finger in turn, and Duncan found himself
responding as fully as he would to Guinan.  The delicate touch of tongue
and teeth against his skin sent sparks through him.  Methos released him
finally, and sighed.
        "God, you taste good.  Both of you."  He moved away, and motioned
for Duncan to sit up.  Warily, he complied, then relaxed again as Methos
turned Guinan onto her back and lifted her so she was half-sitting in his
lap, her shoulders supported by Duncan's thighs.  She let her head fall
back against his abdomen as Methos pushed her knees up and apart, then lay
between her thighs, his hands holding her open for his mouth.  She moaned
as he began to taste her, lifting her hands to pull Duncan's mouth down to
hers again.  She kissed him, then let him go, her eyes shining.
        "You have the most sensual mouth."
        Methos lifted his head.  "He does, doesn't he?  That was
practically the first thing I noticed about him."
        Duncan knew he was blushing, and was glad of the firelight that
hid it from them.
        "Cut it out, you two,"  he complained.
        Guinan chuckled.  "He does hate to be told how gorgeous he is.
How about you?"
        "Me?"  Methos asked, his gaze intent on what he was doing as he
touched her.  "I don't think I'd mind.  Of course, I don't get that much."
        Guinan reached down to trail her fingers down Methos' cheek, and
then trace the outline of his lips.  "You're both stunning.  Not at all
alike, but very beautiful... ah!"  she caught her breath, her hips
arching, then she relaxed as Methos withdrew his fingers.
        Methos looked up, frowning.  "This is going to sound awfully
stupid, but you're not a virgin, are you?"
        She laughed out loud.  "Not hardly.  Especially not after giving
birth.  No, I've done just about everything there is to do in my six
hundred years, except that Gorn, and a Tellarite.  I'll admit that I
prefer truly humanoid lovers to your anthropomorphic lizards and
warthogs."
        "But you're so damned small..."  Methos said, still frowning.
        Duncan chuckled.  "I remember thinking that exact same thing.
Don't worry, we've had no problems so far."
        Methos studied him speculatively.  "Well, that's reassuring.  If
she can take you, then she should certainly have no trouble with me."
        Duncan rolled his eyes.  "Oh for God's sake, don't you start on my
size too!"
        Methos grinned.  "Why not?  You blush so beautifully."
        Duncan opened his mouth to reply to that, but fortunately before
he could, Guinan spoke, sounding quite amused.
        "Enough, Methos, before he decides this isn't worth the abuse.
Besides, you have better things to do with your mouth than talking."
        Methos lifted an eyebrow.  "Yes, ma'am."
        He returned to the task at hand, leaving both Guinan and Duncan
laughing.  After a moment she looked up at him, and surprisingly her eyes
were serious.
        "You're not doing this just for me, are you?"
        He shook his head, slowly.  "No, I'm not."
        "Good, because that's not what I want."  She reached up and drew
him down, her lips against his ear as she whispered "I know you're secure
enough that this won't be a problem.  He's waited a long time for this."
        Duncan hoped Methos couldn't hear him as he whispered against her
ear in return.  "Aye, I know it."
     He couldn't keep pretending that this was just for Guinan.  Not only
would it be a lie, it would hurt Methos, and he didn't want that.  He
reached down and began to stroke his fingers through Methos hair.  Though
it wasn't very different from his own in color, the texture was quite
unlike; very fine, and soft, almost no weight at all.  He traced a finger
around the outer edge of Methos' ear, and let his fingers stroke the soft
skin of his neck.  He was surprisingly smooth, not a trace of stubble.
His own hand looked nearly as dark as Guinan's would against the milky
paleness of the other man's throat.  Methos turned his head, pressing a
kiss into his palm.  Duncan touched his lips, feeling their warmth, their
softness.  What would it be like to kiss him?  He wanted to ask, but his
voice didn't work.
        "Methos..."  Guinan's voice took the place of his own.
        He lifted his head.  She beckoned him, and he sat up, reaching out
to cup her face in one palm, then he was kissing her.  Duncan watched
them, jealous for a moment.  He wanted to do that... with both of them.
When they parted, Methos drew back, breathing as if he'd run a marathon.
His fists were clenched on his thighs, and he looked painfully erect.
Duncan was no stranger to that sensation himself, though he was not quite
to that state yet.
        "Duncan, can I..."  Methos began, then he shook his head sharply,
and cut himself off.  He turned to look at Guinan where she knelt,
watching them, looking a bit dazed.  "Guinan love, will you be our
bridge?"
        She looked from Methos to Duncan and back, and nodded.  "You know
I will."
        Methos sighed, as if a weight had been removed, and levered
himself down onto his elbow, lounging like some Greek statue come to life
        "Come then, here against, me, I know this role better than he
does."
        She nodded and spooned against him, her back against his belly,
then extended her hand to Duncan.  He allowed her to draw him down, and
they lay facing with only inches between them.  She bent her knee and
eased it over his hip, assuming the same position they had been in just
minutes earlier.  Methos began to kiss the back of her neck again.  She
shivered, and he watched her nipples tighten from smooth cones to tight
points.  He leaned down to taste first one, then the other.  He slid his
hand down to her sex again, opening her, finding her even hotter and
wetter than before.  Methos already had two fingers deep inside her, so as
before he concentrated on other areas until she was shivering in their
arms.
        She arched backward a little, and her knee lifted, and between her
thighs he felt a shifting, a swelling, then the brush of soft curls
against his fingers.  He realized Methos had entered her.  She broke their
kiss as the other man penetrated her, only to return her lips to his
seconds later, even wilder than before.  One of her hands drifted between
them to cup his shaft, her fingers caressing in rhythm with the thrust and
withdrawal of Methos' inside her.  Curious, he let his own fingers move
down to where they merged, feeling the hot, damp slide of flesh in flesh.
He shuddered, fighting the urge to pull her away from him and take her
himself.  Her fingers were sweet, but not the same as her body.  She
gasped suddenly, her hands tightening in his hair, her body taut.
        "Easy, love,"  Methos whispered.  "Easy, is that all right?"
        She nodded, her eyes closed, breathing ragged.  "Yes... just give
me a moment..."  after a little bit she sighed.  "Alright.  Go on."
        "You're sure?  There are other ways..."
        "No, this is right.  I want this."
        The rhythm resumed, Guinan's responses became more vocal, a soft,
dark moaning deep in her throat.  She kissed him again, her tongue
slicking over his, her lips soft and moist.  He alternated his caresses
between her thighs, stroking her clit, then moving lower to feel her body
yield to Methos'.  After a while he felt Methos withdraw, the length of
him sliding across Duncan's fingers as he did.  It was a strange feeling,
to feel that unmistakable silky hardness, and know it was not *himself*.
He wanted to explore further, but before he could, it was gone, and Guinan
was shaking in his arms, her body bowing away from his hand.  A slight
whimper broke from her lips, and he thought he heard pain in it.
        "Don't hurt her,"  he hissed, eyes narrowed angrily.  He reached
across Guinan to put a hand around Methos' throat, the pressure gentle,
but enough to let him know that could easily change.
        "Shhhhh,"  Guinan whispered.  "It's all right.  I'm fine.  Let him
go."
        Reluctantly he did as she asked, his gaze locked with hers.  Her
eyes were so dark she looked almost drugged, but she was smiling.  "Don't
worry, Duncan.  I'm a little out of practice, but he's not."
        Duncan looked past her to Methos.  The other man's eyes were
closed, a slight frown creasing his forehead, his jaw tight.  His lips
were slightly parted, revealing clenched teeth.  He looked like he was the
one in pain now.  Guinan began to stroke him again, her hand curled around
his shaft.
        "Your turn now, Duncan.  Come into me."
        He let her draw him forward and felt the radiant heat of her body.
He spread the soft, shielding lips and began to enter her.  He was
instantly aware of the unfamiliar hardness and pressure against him, he
stopped, a shudder coursing through him, knowing that was Methos he felt.
They were both inside her, separated by only the fragile tissues of her
body, could the distance between them even be measured?  The feeling was
was staggering.
        "Oh god!"  his hands clenched as he fought the dark urge to
abandon nearly a thousand years of civilizing veneer.  Unable to resist,
he pushed deeper.  Guinan gasped, and he felt Methos' hand close almost
painfully on his shoulder.
        "Let her control this, Duncan.  Only she can know when she's
ready."
         He nodded, forcing himself to stillness.  For excruciatingly long
moments she didn't move, then she began to rock, her hips moving in a slow
undulation, a wave that encompassed both of them in each surge and
withdrawal.  Duncan found himself reaching around her to hold Methos as
well, to stroke the sculptured length of his flank and hip.  Guinan was
holding him so tightly she was probably leaving bruises on his ribs, but
he didn't care.  Nothing mattered except the dangerous pleasure of sharing
her; of feeling her, and Methos both with every tiny movement either of
them made.  He knew he couldn't stand this much longer, he desperately
wanted to move, but he had to just *lie* there and let her set the pace.
     It was maddening, and incredibly arousing.  Her movements began to
quicken, growing more fluid.  The world narrowed to symphony of gasps and
soft, wordless sounds of pleasure; to heat, and wet and pressure.
Suddenly she shook, a low cry escaping her as her body tightened nearly
unbearably around him.  That set him off, the pulsing explosion ripping
through him with an intensity that left him utterly drained, and replete
with pleasure.  She went limp in their embrace, and for a moment he was
afraid she'd fainted, but then she sighed so he knew she hadn't.
     Methos was relaxing as well, his breathing slowing.  Duncan felt the
pressure against him lessening and knew all three of them had reached
their peak, nearly simultaneously.  When he'd agreed to the threesome, he
hadn't thought that this might be the result, but it was without a doubt
the most powerful sexual experience he'd ever had.
     "Guinan?"  Methos said quietly.
     "Mmm?"  she responded sleepily.
     Duncan knew just how she felt.  It was tempting just to doze off
right now, but somehow though he was tired, there were too many thoughts
running through his mind for him to indulge.
     "You okay?"
     "Mmmhmmm."
     Methos chuckled.  "Good.  Just wanted to make sure."
     "Mmmm." She took a deep breath and turned her head, nestling closer
to Duncan, her arms sliding around his neck.
     Duncan grinned.  It was amazing how many things one sound could mean.
For a little while there was nothing but silence, then Methos started to
speak again.
     "Duncan..."
     "Shhh, I think she's asleep."
     "And women complain about *us*," Methos whispered, grinning.
     Duncan smiled, holding back a laugh that might disturb her.  Methos
moved his hand a little, stretching his fingers, and only then did Duncan
realize they were holding hands.  He had no idea how long they had been
linked.  Strange, how comfortable he was feeling about all of this.
     "Regrets?"  Methos asked quietly.
     "No, no regrets."  He squeezed Methos' hand gently, to make sure he
knew he meant it.
     Methos squeezed, back, then freed his hand to reach across and stroke
Duncan's hair out of his face.  "It need go no further than this, if you
choose.  Like she said, we have plenty of time."
     "As long as we keep our heads,"  Duncan put in, smiling.
           Methos grinned, but he didn't say anything.  After a little
while he sighed.
     "I'm going to go run a bath.  Let her sleep till it's filled.  You
must've been psychic when you installed that sunken tub."
     Duncan grinned.  "No, that's her prerogative; I just like big tubs,
but you're right, it'll come in rather handy."
     As Methos moved away and sat up, Guinan stirred sleepily.
     "Whazzup?"  she asked sleepily.
     "Methos is going to go run a bath for us.  Go back to sleep."
     She nodded and snuggled against him.  He shook his head, grinning at
Methos, who grinned back.
     "How long does it take for that tub to fill?"
     "About fifteen minutes."
     "See you then."
     Duncan nodded, and watched Methos leave the room, completely un-
self-conscious in his nudity.  He rolled onto his back to provide a more
comfortable pillow for Guinan, and lay there listening to her breathe,
musing over what had just happened.  Her calm seemed to be infectious.  He
knew he would never have thought of doing this on his own, but it felt
oddly right.  How had she known it would work?  Another of her supposedly
minor psychic abilities, or just an adventurous spirit?
     A sound from overhead made him tense, until he realized it was just
the wind.  The kids were still away on their camping trip.  His pulse
began to slow, and he thanked whatever powers there were for that.  He
wasn't really up for trying to explain this at the moment.  Hell, he could
barely explain it to himself.  He remembered how Methos had looked,
kneeling, aroused, and felt a sudden stirring.  He thought of how many
times the other man had saved his neck, or just been there when he was
needed, and shook his head in amazement that he'd gone all these years so
blind.  Suddenly a lot of things began to make more sense.
     He glanced at the clock and realized it had been nearly half an hour.
He tickled a finger around Guinan's ear until she woke up, then slid his
arms beneath her knees and back and stood up with her.  She yelped in
surprise, her arms locking around his neck for balance as he carried her
down the darkened hallway.  After a moment her grip eased a little.
     "I always wanted someone to carry me somewhere.  How'd you know?"
she asked, tucking her head under his chin.
     "I read the book."
     "What book?"
     "The handbook on what women like.  You know."
     "Oh, that book.  Right,"  she laughed.  "You're incorrigible."
     "Thank you."
     Duncan nudged the door open with his elbow, and they both gasped a
little in surprise.  Candles burned along the edges of the platform that
surrounded the tub, reflecting in the mirror, throwing shadows on the
walls, their flickering golden light turning the cream and blue Etruscan
tiles to maize and ash.  The air was thick with steam and the scent of
warm beeswax.  Methos was in the tub, his head back, eyes closed, but as
they came into the room he rose, smiling.
     "I wondered what was taking you so long."
     Duncan watched water cascade off Methos' long, lithe body, his skin
as golden as honey in the candlelight.  Just yesterday he could have seen
the same scene and never even noticed how beautiful he was, but not
anymore.
     "I lost track of time,"  he said truthfully, and walked over to the
tub, Methos held out his arms and Duncan transferred Guinan to him.  As he
lowered her into the water, she made a little purr of satisfaction.
     "You'd never know you two didn't do this for a living.  Remind me to
hire you guys on as my retinue next time I go to Ishtar."
     Methos laughed, and she poked him in the chest with a finger.
     "I'm *serious."
     "I'd go, I've always wanted to go to Ishtar.  How about you Duncan?"
     He made a disappointed face and shook his head.  "Someone has to be
responsible and stay home with the kids."
     Both Guinan and Methos burst out laughing as he stepped into the tub
and sank down with a sigh.  Wonderful.  He ducked under the water and felt
it bubble through his hair, felt the sting of capillaries blooming in the
heat.  He heard splashing, and came up to find Methos and Guinan out of
the tub, standing in the soaping area. Duncan crossed his arms on the
platform, resting his chin against them as he watched Methos wash her
back, raising a thick, silky lather with the sponge in his hand.  His
movements seemed extraordinarily gentle, especially as he moved lower.
Duncan winced, thinking about why that might be.  It might have been as
exciting as hell, but it might not have been particularly comfortable for
her.  He frowned, suddenly wondering if she had enjoyed it.  He could
swear he'd felt her come, but what if he'd been too distracted by his own
pleasure to really notice?  Why would she do something. . .
     "Duncan MacLeod!"
     Her tone made her sound like an irate librarian.  He looked up to
find Guinan had turned and was looking at him, shaking her head, with an
expression as exasperated as it was possible for her to look while naked
and covered with soap.
     "Stop brooding this instant or I'll have to come over there and make
you stop."
     He chuckled.  "God, I'm paralyzed with fear.  You wouldn't do that to
me, would you?"
     She made a face.  "If you say one word about briar patches I swear
I'll beat you!"
     "Would you?" he asked hopefully.
     She groaned.  Methos tugged her back under the spray of the shower.
     "Hey, that's *cold*!"  She protested, twisting away.
     He grinned. "I know.  It's good for the circulation.  Finish rinsing,
we don't want to get soap in the tub."
     "Why not?  That's what it's for."
     "No, that's *not* what it's for."
     She ducked under the spray quickly and came out with a shiver.  "Then
what *is* it for?"
     "Soaking,"  Duncan told her, doing exactly that.

                               ***

     Methos watched Duncan submerge again, and sighed.
     "Thanks,"  he said quietly to Guinan.
     She looked up at him and smiled.  "You're welcome, but I didn't
exactly do it for you."
     "I know, but thank you anyway.  You have no idea how long I've been
trying to put something like this together."
     She laughed.  "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea."
     He eyed her narrowly, and nodded.  "You might just, at that."  He
studied her a moment, concerned.  He'd been careful, but she was a small
woman.  "Are you all right?"
     She looked up again, reading his expression, and nodded.  "Never
better.  And don't you start with the brooding stuff now, one of you's
enough!"
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