Methos had barely got through the door, and still had one arm in his coat, when Jack pounced. The coat joined Jack’s bag on the floor in an untidy heap but Methos was not paying it any attention, all his awareness being focused on the hot and demanding mouth that had claimed his own and the body pushed up against him. Need was answered with need
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