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11 July 2007 @ 07:50 pm
Fic: 'To The Victor Go The Spoils' (01/01)  
Miscellaneous notes are here. The first two parts of this fluffy summer serial are here and here.

PG13 for sexual situations, 900 words, Methos attempts to sweet talk Triona in an effort to win his bet with Duncan.

To The Victor Go The Spoils


Methos, on that edge between sleep and wakefulness, drew the woman sleeping next to him on the bed closer. Triona sighed softly, but didn't stir. Her back was cool, molded against the warmth of his chest, their legs intertwined, the top of her head tucked under his chin.

A little more awake now, his hand gently stroked her side, over her hip, across her leg, then back again, before slipping down to caress her breast. Still mostly asleep, she reached back, skimming her fingertips across his thigh; the feeling like a thousand tiny sparks across his flesh. Leaning in, he kissed her jaw, then his lips slid down to kiss her throat, the soft sigh of before now a low groan. This was going to be a wonderful morning. But an elbow in his ribs abruptly shattered his blissful fantasy of just how he was going to begin his day.

Pulling away, she sat up explosively, staring at the clock in the communication center on the bulkhead, pushing her tousled hair off her face. "How did it get to be that time?"

Methos chose to go with that being a rhetorical question, and didn't answer. Instead, he went for a, "Good morning."

"Well?" she asked pointedly, ignoring his greeting.

So not a rhetorical question. Well then. "You were more tired than you thought. Went out like a light." There was always the chance she might not put two and two together, and just assume she fell asleep normally, without any added assistance on his part. He put on his best innocent and harmless expression.

For a moment, Methos thought he might be home free, but it was not to be. "There's no way I would have fallen asleep for ten hours!" She punched his shoulder, glaring at him. "What did you do?"

"Me?" he protested. "I don't know what you mean!" His eyes widened innocently. Another punch on the shoulder. "Ow! If you're going to keep doing that, could you pick a different spot every so often?"

"I was going to fix the power coupling, and you handed me my coffee...." Her eyes flashed as she put it all together. "You drugged me! You bastard, you drugged me!" Her voice rose in a shriek of outrage.

"Just a little," he admitted, choking back laughter. No sense pushing his luck.

Her expression was the picture perfect image of righteous indignation. "Just a...!" Then she seemed to suddenly take in her surroundings, looking down at herself. Making a sound of inarticulate fury, she pounded the mattress with a fist. "I'm naked!"

Methos couldn't help it this time and he started to laugh. Finally he gasped, "You might recall that I like you naked."

"I don't care! You drugged me and left me here with no clothes on!"

"And?"

"And…. What if there'd been... I don't know... a fire! Then what?"

"A fire? On a metal spaceship sitting planetside with its engines shut down?" His eyes crinkled in amusement. He knew he shouldn't be antagonizing her, but was confident that he had plenty of time to win his bet with MacLeod. So he went with the urge to tease her just a little “Was fire ever a real possibility?”

Triona looked torn between screaming and strangulation. But instead she clambered over him and off the bed, not being at all careful of where her knees and elbows landed on the way. Pulling the bed sheet after her, she wrapped it around herself, glaring down at him. “How could you?”

“It was for your own good! And if you think about it rationally for just a moment, you’ll realize I’m right. Well rested, you can spend your day doing your geeky rocket scientist thing much more efficiently and safely.”

Her mouth hung open, as if unable to process a reply. Finally she shouted, "You are unbelievable!"

Pushing himself up to sit against the headboard, he replied with a smirk, "I like to think so." Leaning over, he snaked a hand up under her sheet to caress her thigh. "And if you come back to bed, I'll prove it. After all, you weren't complaining before you got yourself all in a tizzy."

"A tizzy?" She grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away. "I'm furious with you, Methos! If you had any idea just how furious, you'd be on the other side of the damn planet by now!"

He shifted his hand, tangling his fingers in hers. "You can be furious, and you can also come back to bed." Deciding to throw fate to the winds, he pulled her down on top of him. "The two aren't mutually exclusive, you know."

Before she could form a response, Methos pulled her head down, capturing her lips with his. For a moment, she resisted, and then she was kissing him back with a fierceness that left him taut with anticipation.

No not mutually exclusive at all, he thought as her body moved against his. He would never admit it to her of course, but there were times when he picked a fight just for this. The sex that followed the anger was always amazing.

She pulled away, searching his eyes before giving him a long lingering kiss. Then she rolled off him and the bed. “If you think you can get out of this one with just great sex, you have totally misjudged the situation,” she said coolly before spinning away and heading for the shower.

Burying his head in his hands in frustration as the door swooshed shut behind her, he muttered, “Time for Plan B.”

TBC



The next, and final, installment: 'Just Desserts'

The Series In Total:
Amongst the Stars
Make That Two Bottles
To the Victor Go the Spoils
Just Desserts

 
 
 
debbiemethosdeb on July 12th, 2007 03:31 am (UTC)
hurray ,I was waiting for this -I can't wait to see how Methos is going to win this bet -not off to a good start so far .
Ith: Media - Bambi Butterflyithildyn on July 12th, 2007 03:33 am (UTC)
Hee! No, it's not, is it? [g]
endaewenendaewen on July 12th, 2007 03:33 am (UTC)
Does he even have a '
plan b
'?
Ith: Holby - Amusedithildyn on July 12th, 2007 03:36 am (UTC)
Methos always has a Plan B, and a C and a D! We'll see how many letter of the alphabet are required in this case [snicker]
Mischief: APHeeem_kellesvig on July 12th, 2007 05:32 am (UTC)
Oh, just go dig that hole a little deeper, Methos. Just a little... Ha! I wonder where Mac is right now?
Ithithildyn on July 12th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
Oh, he's in full plotting mode, determined to win the bet [g] But there's going to be a slight roadblock! [whistles innocently]
ardienne on July 12th, 2007 06:17 am (UTC)
He just may have to resort to "cute".

I'm looking forward to seeing how he does with the bet.

Ith: Art - Forest Quillithildyn on July 12th, 2007 03:38 pm (UTC)
I've actually decided on the outcome, just figuring out how to get there [g]
dejladejla on July 12th, 2007 06:05 pm (UTC)
Ah yes. "Okay, Natasha, time for plan B."

"Boris?"

"Yes, Natasha?"

"What is Plan B?"
Ith: Holby - Prettyithildyn on July 12th, 2007 06:14 pm (UTC)
You can't blame a guy for trying, I guess [g]
holde_maidholde_maid on July 13th, 2007 03:02 pm (UTC)
*very amused*
"You are unbelievable!"
"I like to think so."


hee!
Ith: Art - Lily Pondithildyn on July 13th, 2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
Re: *very amused*
He doesn't have a modesty problem [g]
But, I don't want to be a pie,: methos2idontlikegravy on July 13th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
Just read the three in one go, been a bit behind on reading lately, just wonderful (as always).

*snorfle*
Can't wait to see what Plan B is. :)
Ith: Holby - Charmerithildyn on July 13th, 2007 10:44 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed it! It's nice and lighthearted, as opposed to the other fic, which makes it a real treat to write.

He's going to have to really work it [g]