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[sexycatburglar]

Paris was testing her patience again. After seven years of rejection, one might expect for her to learn better by now. Seven years was nothing in comparision to the hundreds of years when they had been close friends

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[reallyoldguy]

There was wine. And there were wine glasses. The sound of a shower and the buzz of a Quickening.

Since Wesley was probably at the school, and wasn't the type to pull out wine in any event, color Methos confused.

He drew his sword cautiously as he crept into the bathroom.

The form behind the glass doors was exceptionally familiar, and he lowered his sword.

"Amanda?" Amused exasperation laced his voice.

[sexycatburglar]

By the time he had come home she was nearly finished with her shower, tilting her face into the blast of warm water. She ran her fingers through her hair and down her tresses. It was a weave this time. She wanted to try long hair again, but she didn't have the patience to grow it out.

When the door opened she didn't bother to look through the glass, but was turning off the water before drawing the towel from over the top of the glass paneled door.

That man could express any emotion with a single word, especially when that word was her name. "You could sound a little happier to see me," she teased back as she rubbed at her hair.

[reallyoldguy]

"You're in my shower," he said dryly, leaning against the door. His eyes sparkled with amusement, though.