Quickening
by Ninjababe

 Her back arched as the lightning hit her body, her neck going taunt as she threw her head back. Soon, she was screaming in primal agony and ecstasy as she succumbed to the power of the quickening. 

She always hated quickenings, how they overpowered her, making her feel another's feelings, re-live another's memories. Luckily, the feelings and memories stopped soon after the quickening was over.

She sagged to the pavement, taking deep, shuddering breaths. Looking at the beheaded body with disgust, she pushed herself off the ground and started to put her sword away. That's when the first aftershock hit her. She barely stopped herself from screaming again as the pain and slight pleasure almost overwhelmed her. The aftershocks soon turned to totally pleasure, causing her to moan.

She shivered in reaction as she pulled herself along the wall toward the street and her car, her legs almost too weak to support her. A few seconds later, she knew she wouldn't make it to the safety of her vehicle. Not with her body almost out of control with the after affects of the quickening.

Quickenings didn't always affect her this badly. Her opponent must have been old. Only the old ones made her body react like this. She could hear her heart race in her ears. The aftershocks were just enough stimuli to get her good and frustrated, to take her right to the point where she didn't care how or who, but she was going to orgasm, or die trying.

Leaning against a wall, she tried to calm her heart, to no avail. Finally, she gave in and slipped a hand into her loose jeans and under the waistband of her underwear. Groaning, she slowly flicked her clit with a finger. Soon, she was rubbing her fingers up and down, massaging her clit rapidly as she slowly slid down the wall.

She was almost too far gone to feel the approach of another Immortal. She was however, too close to orgasm to care. She continued kneading her clit, her neck arched as she threw her head back, eyes closed.

She was shocked to suddenly feel a pair of hands petting her breasts through her blouse and a mouth licking and nipping at her neck. She moaned as the hands moved under her blouse and onto her bare breasts, caressing and tweaking her nipples.

She kept her eyes tightly closed and started to whimper as her blouse was pushed up over her breasts and the mouth started to tease her nipples, taking up where the hands had left off. She was so overcome by
sensations, she forgot all about massaging her clit and just sat immobile.

A hand gently removed her hand from her jeans and the mouth moved from her left breast to her fingers, licking the juices of her hand and sucking lightly on her fingers. She whimpered as she felt the other hand
slip into her jeans and aggressively rub her clit, starting slow and speeding up quickly. She was suddenly gasping, the only sound from her was a series of 'oh!'s. Then a primal scream as she orgasmed, her thighs
suddenly clutching the hand in a vise-like grip.

She finally opened her eyes to stare into a pair of hazel eyes. She quickly rearranged her clothes back to where their original positions and pushed herself up from the wall, ignoring the dark haired man's hand.

"Feel better?" he asked.

She quickly glanced at him, expecting a smug look, only to find him totally serious. "Yes. Thank you," she replied, still slightly shaky.

"Must have been a bad one," he said, jerking his head at the body down the alley. "You're lucky no one noticed before you came down."

"Yes, I know." Running a hand through her hair, she put her sword away, and kept an eye on the man, making sure he was out of sword range.

"Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Adam," the man said, putting his hand out to shake hers.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Anya," she replied, cautiously shaking his hand.

"Very pretty name for a very beautiful woman. But, you've probably already heard that line," he said with a grin.

"Yes, I have," she grinned back, inhaling deeply. She didn't know if she was still under the effects of the quickening, or if she was just sexually attracted to this man, but he was really getting to her.

"Are you all right?" he asked, concerned about the way she was swaying, her eyes slightly unfocused.

"I'm... I'm fine."

"Let me take you home," Methos suggested, holding her gently by the arm, prepared to lead her away.

"I don't want to go home," she stated, grabbing him and kissing him quickly and harshly. "Not alone anyway."

"You're sure?"

Pulling him out of the alleyway and to her car was his answer. "Get in," she told him after unlocking the passenger door.

"Are you all right to drive in your condition?"

"I'm fine. Get in," she ordered while walking around the car and unlocking the driver's door. "Besides, I live less than a mile away."

The End