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Mediterraneo, by Killa (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing:, M/A, D/A, D/M/A
Length: about 11,600 words
Author Website: Killa's Adventures in Melodrama
Why this must be read:
There are numerous reasons why this story must be read, and most of them have to do with Amanda. Oh, and I guess Duncan and Methos, as well. :D I love a devious Amanda, and this story has her working to lift Duncan out of his doldrums. And she and Methos succeed quite efficiently. :) Also, this story is guaranteed to give you food-envy. I'm just saying. As as the days grow longer and we march towards summer, I thought of this story and knew I wanted to recommend it first. Happy reading!
"The smile that broke over him felt rusty from disuse. He set his bag down and found himself with his arms full of Amanda. She felt wonderful--she always felt wonderful--but there came a fleeting, awkward moment when he wasn't sure whether to let go, or to kiss her.
"Sorry I'm late," he said at last as he let her go.
She smiled, wide and bright. "You're forgiven."
He followed her into a large foyer with a fountain in the middle, mosaic tiles describing seashells, dolphins, and other ocean motifs at their feet. Directly in front of him, two marble steps led to a sunken living room decorated with a mix of soothing colors, beautiful antiques and ceramics, the centerpiece a stunning Bösendorfer grand piano. Off to the right was a spacious kitchen and what looked like French doors that led to a garden; to the left, wide sliding doors led to the patio and a terrace with a pool and a view of the beach below. They were open, long sheer curtains moving with the fragrant breeze.
Amanda watched his reaction, expectant. "So, what do you think?"
"The place is beautiful, Amanda. Peaceful."
"You sound surprised," she said, teasing him.
"Not surprised. Just not what I pictured."
She shrugged. "A girl needs her privacy now and then."
Duncan still wanted to kiss her, but something was stopping him. He realized they didn't quite fit together as easily as they once had. Maybe it was because Wolfe was a question he still didn't know the answer to, and he felt wary of trespassing. Or maybe it was only that he'd been alone for so long.
When the sense of another Immortal hit, it was so unexpected, he felt his heart kick.
He tensed, turning toward the door. "You expecting company?" His hand was halfway to where his sword should be before he remembered it was still in its case. Amanda stopped him with a touch on his arm.
"Relax, darling."
He turned back, and she looked over Duncan's left shoulder toward the patio, smiling.
A figure stood in the doorway, a towel slung around his neck, chest bare and long limbs as brown as Amanda's. Duncan barely had time to register all that before the newcomer grinned and said in a deep, familiar voice, "Don't look so worried, Mac. Nobody here but friends."
Abashed and caught off-guard, Duncan couldn't help staring. "Methos!"
Methos's grin widened, and he drawled, "Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod."
Mediterraneo
Pairing:, M/A, D/A, D/M/A
Length: about 11,600 words
Author Website: Killa's Adventures in Melodrama
Why this must be read:
There are numerous reasons why this story must be read, and most of them have to do with Amanda. Oh, and I guess Duncan and Methos, as well. :D I love a devious Amanda, and this story has her working to lift Duncan out of his doldrums. And she and Methos succeed quite efficiently. :) Also, this story is guaranteed to give you food-envy. I'm just saying. As as the days grow longer and we march towards summer, I thought of this story and knew I wanted to recommend it first. Happy reading!
"The smile that broke over him felt rusty from disuse. He set his bag down and found himself with his arms full of Amanda. She felt wonderful--she always felt wonderful--but there came a fleeting, awkward moment when he wasn't sure whether to let go, or to kiss her.
"Sorry I'm late," he said at last as he let her go.
She smiled, wide and bright. "You're forgiven."
He followed her into a large foyer with a fountain in the middle, mosaic tiles describing seashells, dolphins, and other ocean motifs at their feet. Directly in front of him, two marble steps led to a sunken living room decorated with a mix of soothing colors, beautiful antiques and ceramics, the centerpiece a stunning Bösendorfer grand piano. Off to the right was a spacious kitchen and what looked like French doors that led to a garden; to the left, wide sliding doors led to the patio and a terrace with a pool and a view of the beach below. They were open, long sheer curtains moving with the fragrant breeze.
Amanda watched his reaction, expectant. "So, what do you think?"
"The place is beautiful, Amanda. Peaceful."
"You sound surprised," she said, teasing him.
"Not surprised. Just not what I pictured."
She shrugged. "A girl needs her privacy now and then."
Duncan still wanted to kiss her, but something was stopping him. He realized they didn't quite fit together as easily as they once had. Maybe it was because Wolfe was a question he still didn't know the answer to, and he felt wary of trespassing. Or maybe it was only that he'd been alone for so long.
When the sense of another Immortal hit, it was so unexpected, he felt his heart kick.
He tensed, turning toward the door. "You expecting company?" His hand was halfway to where his sword should be before he remembered it was still in its case. Amanda stopped him with a touch on his arm.
"Relax, darling."
He turned back, and she looked over Duncan's left shoulder toward the patio, smiling.
A figure stood in the doorway, a towel slung around his neck, chest bare and long limbs as brown as Amanda's. Duncan barely had time to register all that before the newcomer grinned and said in a deep, familiar voice, "Don't look so worried, Mac. Nobody here but friends."
Abashed and caught off-guard, Duncan couldn't help staring. "Methos!"
Methos's grin widened, and he drawled, "Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod."
Mediterraneo