Notes &
Disclaimers: A Friday lunch hour drabble. Another of my
reader's choice het or slash offerings :)
Not a Chance
c. Sept. 06
I
always know when Methos is watching me. I feel his eyes caressing me as
surely as I feel his hands on my body when we make love.
You know that
saying, ‘undressing you with his eyes’? He’s doing a lot more than
that; and if I turn to look at him, I don’t stand a chance. I never do.
I will not give in to the temptation, though it’s almost a compulsion
to do so. We’re going to make it to the opera just this once!
I feel
his breath warm against my neck. I never stood a chance.
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