End of Forever: Part 4:
Methos awoke the following morning knowing there was going to be hell to pay if he didn't get back to the camp. He softly slipped his arm from around Meshda and kissed her on the forehead. She shuddered and then rolled over. As he cleaned up and got dressed, he watched her sleep.
In the 3000 years he had been alive, he had never had a lover like her one so willing to sacrifice herself for him and willing to succumb to his every need and urge. He had awaken only a few hours ago, to find her licking the underside of his shaft, kneading his balls, and stroking him where she wasn't licking or sucking. He tried to remain still, not to disturb her, but as she took him fully into her mouth, nibbling on his sensitive areas he exploded his seed into her. When he had let the last bit go, she looked up, seeing the smile on his face, and while he was still hard, she straddled herself on top of him, completely taking him inside of her with very little pain. He cried out as another orgasm hit moments later, causing her to ride him harder and faster until she came as well.
He left her and rode back to his camp to find Kronos waiting for him. "Early walk?" Kronos asked, as he followed Methos to the tent where breakfast was set up. He nodded. "I was worried when I came from my tent to find you and your horse gone. I thought you might have tried to leave."
Methos looked at him. "You are my brothers, I would never do such a thing. I had a restless sleep, so I decided to go for a walk. Is that a crime, brother?"
"No, it isn't. Prepare yourself, we have a ride today. It should be a great one, and maybe you'll find another wench to help your restless sleep," he said, slapping Methos lightly on the shoulder and walking back towards his tent. Silas walked by and Kronos stopped him.
"Silas, I want you to watch Methos. If he is leaving in the middle of the night, I want to know where he's going and why. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Kronos," Silas answered as he looked towards Methos's tent.
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Later that night, when Methos was sure everyone was asleep, he sneaked out of the camp without his horse. If Kronos was suspicious, he would be on alert for any noise. And since the raid that day had not gone as well as the horsemen planned, Kronos was more angered than usual. Needless to say, Methos was so distracted with thoughts of Meshda, he didn't hear the footsteps of Silas not too far behind him.
As Methos arrived at their secret camp, he could smell the odor of fresh meat and fish cooking. He quietly walked behind Meshda and placed his hands over her eyes. "I missed you," he said as he kissed the nape of her neck.
She turned and smiled at him. "And I missed you. You're late tonight. Is everything all right?"
"Kronos was asking questions when I returned late this morning. I figured it would be safer for both of us if I left my horse and walked."
"Good idea," she said as she lifted his shirt over his head and loosened the lace on his breetches. She slid her hand down and cupped his balls.
Methos moaned as he instantly jumped alive. "Starting early, aren't we?"
"I just can't wait to feel you inside me again. Last night was like nothing I have ever experienced. I was thinking about you all day and couldn't get enough of you."
"I felt the same way. When we rode this morning, every woman I saw reminded me of you, and I couldn't kill them. Instead I joined Caspian in raiding the tents," he said as he kissed her. He untied her dress at the shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He cupped one breast and pulled her towards him, pressing her body against his, letting her feel he couldn't get enough of her either. She pulled his breeches down, and as he lifted her leg, wrapped it around his waist, and was about to plunge into her, he felt the buzz.
"Methos, what is it?" she asked, wondering what caused him to stop suddenly.
"Get into the tent!" he commanded.
"Why? Methos, what's wrong? Speak to me?"
"Go!" he said. as he pushed her towards the tent, but instead she fell. He helped her up, and seeing how upset she was as she ran towards the tent. He didn't mean to be cruel to her, it was the last thing he wanted to do after the night before, but hopefully he'd help her understand why later.
"Who's there?" he called out as he grabbed his sword. There was no answer. "I said who's there? I know someone is out there!"
"It's just me Methos," Silas said, as he walked closer to the tent.
Methos slunk down onto a log and buried his head in his hands. "Look, let Meshda go. Take me back to camp, and tell Kronos you found me trying to escape. Just please let her go."
Silas sat down next to him. "Are you happy with her, Methos?"
Methos looked at Silas puzzled. When he saw that his brother was sincere, he nodded. "She makes me happier than I've been in a long time."
"Then I am happy for you both!" Silas said, as he hugged his brother. "Kronos asked me to see where and why you were going at night, and I will tell him you went to the river to think. Your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you, brother. You don't know how much that means to me."
"I will let you be, then," he said as he stood up. "I will wait just outside our camp, and follow after you when you return."
Methos nodded and watched Silas walk away. Then he remembered Meshda in the tent and went to her. He found her with her back against the door, and he could hear her sobbing. He crossed to her and sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to..."
"What's going to happen to me? Is Silas going to force me to go back?"
Methos shook his head. "Silas is happy as long as I'm happy. And I am happy with you, here. So that makes him happy."
She turned her head and looked at him. "So I'm safe?" he nodded. "But how did you know he was there? I didn't see him till he was in the firelight, and by then I was in the tent. How did you know he was there if you had your back turned?"
Methos debated about telling her. He had caused enough pain for the evening and didn't want to cause himself pain when she rejected him because of his Immortality. "Call it a hunch. Can you forgive me?" he asked as he kissed her cheek. She nodded and turned completely around, taking a deep breath. "So, where were we?" he said as he grinned and kissed her.
After they had made love and she fell asleep, Methos extinguished the fire and left her. It was safer this way, and he knew when she woke up alone she'd understand. He got back to the camp before daybreak, and as he looked out of his tent, he saw Silas return. Kronos stopped to question him.
"Good job, Silas, you have not disappointed me. You followed him?"
"I followed him to the river, where I found him sitting on a rock throwing pebbles into the water. He stayed there for a short time and then returned."
Kronos smiled in appreciation. "Good work, Silas." He walked off and Silas walked back to his tent, stopping long enough to smile at Methos.
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Later that night, while Methos held Meshda in his arms, they decided it would be safer for both of them if he didn't visit the camp so often. He would come to her every three days, bringing her any supplies she might need and, more important, to spend as much of the little time they had together in each other's arms.
They lived for the moment when they became one, not knowing how much longer they had with each other. Each time Methos left the camp, he became more and more aware of Kronos's suspicions. Methos still left nightly, but most of the time he would sit at the river, and when Silas would be sent to follow him, they would talk for hours on end about how much things had changed with the horsemen and how they wanted out. Then one night, Methos's world came crashing down around him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.