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Vanquishing	By : pittwitch Category: G through L > Highlander Views: 2225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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�Imaginations �� murmured Methos against her cheek.
�Wicked imaginations �� Mikayla added, �But, the succubus can be lured faster �� she continued coyly fingering his lower lip with the tip of her index finger.
�Lured?� Methos asked before pressing the tip of his tongue against the tip of her finger. She smiled widely.
�Much sex,� she quirked an eyebrow at him before quickly ducking from between his arms. She snatched the platter, and nodded towards the glasses as she eased through to door, catching MacLeod leafing through a book. Mikayla cast a sidelong glance with a mischievous gleam at Methos and with a wink, sidled over to the dark-haired man.
�Interesting selection,� she commented curiously, lifting the leather-bound book from his hands. �Malleus Maleficarum,� she whispered.
�Hammer of the Witches.� Methos added.
�I�m not a witch, MacLeod.� Mikayla leaned into him, peering up into his eyes. �I am shiovannae, gypsy.� She never broke eye contact as she trailed her nails up his arms. �Our magic is different.�
Mikayla smiled up at him as Methos eased into place behind his younger friend. He reached around Mac to grasp Mikayla�s hips, pulling her into his friend. She smiled over his shoulder. �In a hurry, Viejo?�
�Not really,� Methos purred, leaning his chin on MacLeod�s shoulder.
�Uh, Methos?� Duncan broke in, only to be interrupted by the sensation of Mikayla�s nails combing through his hair, back to his ponytail, then tugging lightly to free it.
�Yes?� Methos inquired as he watched the woman fascinated with his friend�s hair.
�Is there something I should know?�
�Like what?�
�I dunno, like your preferences maybe?�
Mikayla laughed out loud before standing on tiptoe to reach MacLeod�s jaw line, planting tiny little kisses along its stubbly length. Methos chuckled.
�Afraid, boy scout?� She whispered in his ear, rolling the outer edge of cartilage between two fingers. �Just relax. I promise you will enjoy.� Methos tightened his grip on her hips, and allowed the gypsy woman to set their pace, but pressing against his friend�s buttocks nonetheless.
She allowed one hand to trail southward to the waist of his denims, then slowly inched upward, underneath his cotton sweater, well-kept nails wearing a smooth path up across his abs in circles until reaching her goal, an erect nipple, begging for attention. Her nimble fingers played there as her teeth nibbled softly along his earlobe, lower along his neck, to the juncture of his shoulder and throat, then nuzzling in great satisfaction just below his Adam�s Apple. Ever so slowly, and deliberately, she began to grind against him. Moving both hands to his waist, she lifted his sweater, Methos assisted by lifting his arms above his head. Once bare-chested, he sighed, closed his eyes, and relinquished control.
�Why do I feel like I�ve been set up?� MacLeod groaned as Mikayla began tasting his bare skin lovingly. She smiled wickedly against his chest, unseen by either men.
�I can�t imagine why.� She purred, standing on tip toe once again to capture his lips, sucking his lower lip between her teeth as her left hand found the back of Methos� head, beginning to gently scratch at his scalp with her nails in rhythm with her kisses. Methos maneuvered to remove her shirt, lifting the plain white tee up and over her head, forcing her to break contact with MacLeod�s lips long enough to remove it entirely.
Mikayla smiled at the two men, unclipping her rather no-nonsense bra as she stepped back. �Two down, one to go.�
She pointed at Methos who grinned back with a feral gleam in his eyes, removing his own shirt with expediency. Neither man wanted to tear their eyes from the golden-skinned woman shimmying topless to the low pounding bass of the speakers. She, in turn, eyed them both appreciatively.
�I�ve been � alone � for a long time, boys. Hope you�re up to a challenge.�
Both men rose to the challenge immediately, neither really sure about the interesting woman, but ready for action regardless, sharing a rather stunned look between them.
�Still hungry?� She offered a peach to MacLeod, shimmying back into his welcoming embrace. He smile, biting deeply into the soft furred flesh of the ripened fruit. Mikayla instead took a tiny little nip, baring her teeth in a feral manner. Methos grabbed Mac by the waist, holding him against his body as he settled against the edge of Mikayla�s desk to watch as she licked her lips.
�Allow me?� Methos queried. Mikayla leaned over Mac�s shoulder to present her sticky lips for cleaning, all while her fingers played over Mac�s right side and breast, gently, teasingly. All he had to do was lean just the tiniest bit and he could capture her mouth as well.
Suddenly, Mikayla found herself on the receiving end of a double-barreled attack. Mac snatched the peach from her hand, and Methos snatched her from her feet. Laughing, she pointed down a short hallway, and was swept away to her bedroom.
Once inside, Methos dropped her on the emerald green comforter and began to strip hurriedly. Mikayla pulled off her boots, then shimmied out of her jeans and panties, laying in the center of the thankfully large bed, waiting for the advance. MacLeod hesitated, looking over at his friend, who did not hesitate in the least, instead, grabbed him by the belt and proceeded to disrobe him.
�Methos!� He protested.
�Shut up and get naked already, boy scout.�
Mac swallowed hard, hands pushing his clothing free, eyes watching as Mikayla coyly traced a finger tip around her own nipple, obviously waiting for the duo. They slid onto the bed on either side of her, each claiming a nipple. She raked through their hair with a deep, appreciative moan.
�Yes, drink,� she keened softly. The men stared at each other across her narrow chest, their noses barely separated. Her hands fell lower, scraping lightly along their backs. She spread her legs, burying them between each pair of strong thighs, sighing in satisfaction at the heaviness now pressed against her. Two sets of fingers combed through her pubic hairs, traveling lower, in tandem. Methos parted her lower lips; Mac trailed a finger through the liquid pooled there.
Unexpectedly, they found themselves flat on their backs, with Mikayla on her knees between them. MacLeod forcing himself to look nowhere but at the naked woman; Methos watching her in amusement. She straddled their adjacent legs, ran her hand up the inside of Methos� thigh, and leaned forward to run her tongue over Mac�s swollen head, collecting the tiny droplets shining in the slit. Methos� breath hitched in his chest as he watched the moisture collect on her tongue and her hand nestled firmly around his testicles.
�Taste?� He panted hungrily, eyes fixed on her lips.
�Certainly.� Mikayla complied, leaning more so that she might share her treat with the Viejo.

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To Anon: thank you for re-railing my train of thought. Is that more to your liking?
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