Fandom: Mag7 / Highlander
Characters: Ezra Standish, Amanda Darieux
Summary: Immortal Ezra gets an unexpected visit from Amanda.
Warning: Mildly adult content.
Ezra awoke to the sound of pounding on his front door. Groaning he rolled over to check the digital clock and groaned again when he saw the neon blue 5:00 a.m. staring back at him.
No one he wanted to talk to would be risking their life bothering him at this hour. Grabbing his pillow he placed it over his head determined to ignore the sounds coming from outside his home.
The pounding stopped and he breathed a sigh of relief as he settled back in to finish his night’s slumber. Then the phone rang.
He sat up to stare at the offending machine and knew without a doubt that whoever was at his front door was trying a different tactic. Sighing, he rose, grabbed his green silk robe from the chair in the corner and headed toward the front door, leaving the phone to continue its incessant ringing behind him.
As he reached the halfway point on the stairs he was assaulted by an Immortal buzz. Damn he was in no mood to face a challenge at this ungodly hour and wondered if the mysterious Immortal was aware of that fact.
Having come within range, Ezra knew there was no way to pretend he was not at home. He looked down at his boxers and bare feet realizing he'd have to change before he opened the door. He had no desire to face a challenge in his sleeping attire. Ezra turned to head back to his bedroom when a female voice shouted.
"I know you're in there!"
Even through the closed door he recognized the voice. Amanda. Well, it seemed there was no reason to change after all.
Smiling, he continued his journey to the front door.
"Who is it?" he called with false pleasantry. Even if he was always happy to have a visit from Amanda, he still wasn't thrilled about her choice of arrival time.
"You know damn well who it is. Now, open this door."
Even though he couldn't see her, Ezra knew she was standing hands on hips glaring a hole in the door. He couldn't resist punishing her just a bit for her untimely appearance.
"Amanda? Is that you?"
He could almost see the eye roll and the clenched teeth as she replied, "Yes, of course it is, don't be an idiot."
"It's five a.m.; come back tomorrow." He leaned against the door enjoying the sense of frustration he felt coming off her.
A fist impacted the door. "Stop playing around and open up or I'll pull out my lock picks and open it myself."
"You wouldn't." Ezra started at the threat. While either of them was quite capable of entering any place they chose, the sanctity of the hearth was paramount. In the years he'd known her, she had never entered his home uninvited nor he hers. It was just considered rude.
"Try me."
Ezra knew the game he was playing had come to an end. Turning the deadbolt, he opened the door on a very irate Immortal.
"Amanda, what a pleasant surprise," he crowed, trying to diffuse the anger he'd so recently fanned with one of his most disarming smiles.
"You've got some nerve leaving me standing out there," she said, her anger dissolving into a frown when her eyes met his. "I thought you'd be happy to see me.
Ezra had to keep himself from laughing in her face. No one could switch moods as quickly as Amanda. Now that she'd gained entrance, the anger was gone as it no longer suited her purpose.
"I am always happy to see you," he gestured to the couch, "I'm just not used to seeing you up at this ungodly hour."
"Is it early? I just got off of a plane from the west coast; I'm a bit out of sync with the local time." Amanda settled onto the leather sofa, flinging her bags onto the floor.
"It's five a.m. in New York. So if you don't mind I'm going back to bed." He really wasn't awake yet and conversation with Amanda at this hour was not in his best interests.
"Poor baby. Did I interrupt your beauty sleep?" She reached up and grabbing his hand, dragged him onto the sofa beside her. "You wouldn't leave me all alone, not after I flew all this way just to see you," she purred as she pushed his robe open to run a hand over his bare chest.
He sighed with pleasure as she began trailing kisses along his neck. "I suppose I've had enough sleep for one evening." He ran a hand through her brown tresses before tilting her head up to look at him. "But before I have completely forgotten that I am furious with you for waking me, please explain why you are here."
"Does it really matter?" she asked before returning to her assault on his neck.
His mind was at war between the pleasure she was providing and the need to maintain control over the situation. Amanda had probably been waiting out front of his brownstone for hours until she knew the hour he'd be most vulnerable to her manipulations. That thought snapped him fully awake.
Grabbing her hands from where they were wandering, he pushed her back. "What's going on Amanda? I thought you were out in Washington with your regular paramour. Why the sudden desire to seduce me without even the need to make me buy you a very expensive dinner?"
She sat back on the sofa with a very adorable pout on her face. "He's a beast. He doesn't understand me the way you do." And suddenly she was back in his personal space. "You and I, Ezra, we understand the way the world works. If we want something, we just take it."
"What did he do now?" Ezra knew very little of the mysterious Immortal that Amanda had been seeing over the years, but every time she was angry with the man, she'd show up on his doorstep. After reacquainting themselves in bed, Ezra would end up stealing something with her or conning someone into giving them lots of money. It was a pattern that he'd grown used to, and he rather enjoyed the opportunity to keep his skills sharp. Plus, he had to admit, the sex was fantastic, and came without the typical relationship strings. Really, why was he fighting this?
"He is being so unreasonable." The long standing exasperation she had with her west coast lover evident in her voice. "I simply suggested that he travel to Paris with me. There’s an auction in a few days of the most delicious jewelry, and he accused me of wanting to steal something."
"Imagine that," Ezra chuckled.
She sat up to look at him. "And what's wrong with taking what we want? Don't tell me you've gone all goody-goody on me. I couldn't stand it; one Boy Scout in my life is enough."
He wasn't jealous of Amanda's other lover; quite the opposite. Though he often wondered why she continued to return to a man who seemed to have no appreciation for her many and varied talents. So why did it bother him that she only sought him out when she was mad at that man or she wanted to steal something? Or in this case both. "I assure you my motives are still quite gray, but I want to make it clear that I am not at your beck and call."
"No of course not," she leaned back into him, "You are your own man. I just missed you and thought this would be the perfect opportunity to see you again."
"Right," he drawled and then gasped as she slipped a hand under the band of his boxers. He slumped against the back of the sofa as she pressed herself against him.
Her fingers coaxed a familiar response from him as he allowed himself to fall into the sensations she was creating. She spoke, her lips close to his ear. "Would you like to go to Paris with me, Ezra?" Her warm breath sent shivers down his spine. "We could have so much fun."
He turned his head to capture her mouth in his. He crushed his lips against hers, and as she opened her mouth he plunged his tongue inside to taste her. Reluctantly, he forced himself to break the kiss. "When do we leave?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
Amanda's hand continued to stroke him, her touch driving all sensible thought from his head as she gave him a coy smile. "Ten a.m."
"Plenty of time," he whispered before returning to task of kissing her senseless. He might regret agreeing to go with her later, but the promise of how they would pass the intervening hours was worth the risk.