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Duncan had gone to the island to get away from things for awhile. To clear his mind and relax. But it didn't work. After three days, he was more tense and worked up than before. So he went back to Seacouver and headed straight to Joe's for a drink.
Opening the door, a sharp queasiness hit Duncan. He sucked in his breath and figured Richie must be inside. He stepped in the bar and was immediately drawn to the three figures standing near Joe's office; Richie, Joe, and Amanda.
Duncan first wondered what she was doing back. She turned to look at him. There was a look on her face, one he had seen many times but never while she was with other men.
Amanda laughed at Joe when he commented that she was welcome to come in his office anytime. The second buzz hit her as Richie approached with a quizzical look on his face. Then she turned and saw Duncan. She felt Joe tense as he saw Duncan too.
Shit, Joe thought, this isn't what I need. A squeeze to his hand and a rub on his arm from Amanda relaxed him a bit, though not much. There was no chance Duncan could miss the look radiating from Amanda's face. And he was not a person Joe wanted to piss off.
Duncan stopped for a minute, staring and Amanda and Joe. She was hold his hand and rubbing his arm. Duncan couldn't believe it, Amanda and Joe. He resumed his walk up to the trio and smiled.
"Hey Mac!" Richie slapped him playfully on the back. "How was nature?"
"Not as relaxing as I'd hoped." He glanced at Joe.
"Glad to have you back, Mac. But if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to do."
Amanda gave him a kiss. "See you later."
"Sure." Joe made his way back to the office as quick as he could. He didn't really feel guilty about what he'd done. He knew Duncan and Amanda didn't have an exclusive relationship. But that didn't mean Duncan would be thrilled by what had occurred. Their relationship was already on thin ice.
Amanda watched Joe walk away and smiled as the memories of their previous activities came back into her mind.
Duncan waited a few seconds for Amanda to turn her attention to him but it didn't happen. She hadn't even said hello to him yet. He pushed past her and Richie. "I'll be back later."
Amanda's heart leapt when she saw Duncan heading after Joe. "MacLeod! Wait!" She reach out and grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
Duncan stopped. "To talk to Dawson."
"Did you miss me?"
"Apparently more than you missed me." Duncan started back towards the office. In a mirror he could see Amanda standing and staring at him. He laughed softly. Let her sweat a little. Oddly enough, he wasn't mad at Joe, just curious. But he didn't have to let her know.
He knocked on the office door and entered without waiting for an invitation.
Joe was just settling himself in his chair when Mac entered. He looked up but didn't say anything. The two just looked at each other for a few moments.
Finally Duncan spoke. "We need to talk."
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Amanda paced the length of the bar like a wild cat in a cage. She muttered to herself and stared at the closed office door.
"Would you sit down and have a drink?" Richie shoved a glass of a brown liquid towards her.
She stopped pacing and put her hands on her hips. "What do you think they're talking about?"
"What difference does it make?"
"You don't think he'd hurt Joe, do you?"
"Hurt Joe? Why would Mac even be mad. . ." A small grin spread across Richie's face. "You and Joe did do it!"
"Shhhhhh!!" Amanda looked around to make sure no one else heard then sat next to Richie. "It just happened. I couldn't help it."
"Well, if Mac does kill him, at least he'll die happy."
"Great." Amanda rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on Amanda. You know Mac better than that. He's not going to hurt anyone over you."
"Richie, you're not helping."
"If he's gonna kill anyone, it'll be you." Richie shrugged and stood up. "Makes me wish it was me who got to do you instead of Joe." He grinned and walked off.
"What is this, pick on Amanda day?" She crossed her arms and let out a heavy sigh. She paced. She had another drink. She paced some more. She glanced at the clock behind the bar. Joe and Duncan had been talking for at least 45 minutes now. Scowling, she thought, they're laughing at me.
Finally she couldn't handle it anymore. She marched over to the office and yanked open the door. Her jaw dropped at what she saw.
Joe was standing over Duncan, holding his Katana. Duncan's legs were stretched out from under the desk.
"Joe!" She slammed the door shut. "What are you doing?!"
Joe looked up in surprise. "What??"
"How could you??"
Suddenly, Duncan's head peeked up over the desk. "How could he what?"
Amanda let out a sigh of relief. "I thought he took your head."
Duncan smirked. "Don't you think you would have felt the Quickening if he had?"
Amanda opened her mouth to speak then shut it and looked quizzical. "Oh. Yeah. I guess so."
"I was just fixing the drawer and wondering what was taking you so long."
"Taking me so long?"
Duncan climbed up off the floor and dusted himself off. "I figured we'd get five minutes of peace if we were lucky before you came barging in."
Amanda looked at Joe who gave her a half smile and a shrug. She shook her head and sat on a corner of the desk. "Well thanks."
"I know how nosy you are." Duncan teased.
"MacLeod, I am not nosy." She glanced at Joe then back to Duncan. "So what did you talk about?"
Joe walked over and whispered in her ear. "What do you think?"
Amanda swallowed. "I think I'm in trouble." She paused waiting for more. "So what, did you guys compare notes or something?"
Duncan walked up to her and smiled. "Or something." He lifted her head and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
Joe smiled. "Well, I think I'll leave you two alone." He started for the door.
"Thanks, Dawson." Duncan smiled.
"The offer's still open, Amanda." He laughed at the confused look on her face as left. He was glad Duncan wasn't mad. But Joe was surprised at what Duncan had told him when he confirmed what he and Amanda had just done moments before. Duncan had said that Joe was one of the few people he would willingly share Amanda with. Then added "so long as it isn't at the same time." That was what broke the tension and put Joe at ease.
Duncan waited for the door to shut. He reached under Amanda's shirt and rubbed her breasts. Kissing her ear, he let out a slow sigh.
"What're you doing MacLeod?"
"What do you think?" He kissed the other one. "Joe said you we're welcome to come in his office anytime."
"He told you?"
"Mmm. . . and I promise not to be mad as long as you do the same thing to me that you did to him." He traced his finger along the bottom edge of Amanda's top. His eyes looked up into hers, pleading slightly.
"Well. . . okay." She pushed him back a bit, giving herself room to stand. "But first. . ." She locked the door and wheeled the chair away from the desk and tilted it back. "Come here."
"Nice choice of words," Duncan chuckled as he walked behind the desk and stood next to her.
Amanda began to undo the buttons on Duncan's shirt, one at a time. Kissing each new area of exposed skin. She pulled his shirt out from his pants and nipped at the hair just above the waistband.
Duncan's skin tingled. This was the kind of nature he liked getting back to.
Amanda knelt on one knee. Carefully, she took the corner of the pants in her mouth and pulled back. The button popped free. She stretched up a bit to kiss and lick Duncan's stomach, pressing her breasts against his growing bulge. Moving back down, she gripped the zipper in her teeth, thankful for once he wasn't wearing jeans.
Duncan groaned. Her teasing was driving him crazy but he knew if he did anything to try and speed up the process, she'd just make it go slower still. He bent down, pulling Amanda's sweater over her head.
Amanda pushed his pants off his hips exposing the purple briefs. "Purple. Nice color but they still have to go." She slipped them off as well allowing setting her prize free. Her tongue traced circles around the head of his penis. She smiled as Duncan had to grab the desk to keep control. She kissed the tip and then took him into her mouth a little at a time toying with him with her tongue.
Duncan felt his knees start to buckle. She knew this drove him crazy. He let out a deep sigh as he felt her warm wet mouth almost completely engulf him. He closed his eyes and leaned his back as the rush of feelings from Amanda's in and out motion went through him.
Amanda stopped. Turning him around, she pushed him back into the chair. Strains of a seductive blues song could be heard through the walls. She did a slow and erotic strip tease to remove her bra, pants and underwear.
Duncan leaned forward grabbing and pulling her on top of him. "You are such a tease!" He nipped at her breasts as she laughed.
"Oh quit complaining. You love it and you know it."
"So do you and that's the problem." He took her into a long, deep kiss before she could comment further. He slipped his hand under her and found what he was in search of. He rubbed a finger just inside her lips to moisten in before stroking her clitoris.
Amanda shivered with excitement as Duncan's fingers expertly stroked her. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips, then along his jawline to his earlobe. She nibbled at it, making sure her moans of delight were just loud enough for him to hear.
Duncan slipped a couple of fingers inside of her, marveling at how tight she still was. He worked his finger in and out, in a slow rhythmic motion as her moans got louder. Pulling out his fingers, he lifted Amanda up positioning her so that the tip of his rock hard flesh was pressing against her wet lips but not entering. He moved her around in circles, slipping himself just barely inside and pulling out again.
"And you call me a tease," she whispered in his ear.
In a smooth, firm and yet gentle movement, Duncan pushed himself inside. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from exploding as he entered her.
Amanda moved a little to the left to find just the right spot before starting to move herself up and down. She tightened as she pulled up and relaxed as she slipped back down.
Duncan reach up with both hands grasping the firm breasts. He massaged them both, pinching the nipples between his fingers. He had intended to let Amanda do all the work but as she started moving faster and faster, he lost control and began to thrust himself up, deep within her.
Within moments, they climaxed together and Duncan was sure they had made enough noise that the bar patrons had heard them even above the music.
"I'd like to see Nature do that to you," Amanda quipped.
***
Duncan had hoped to be alone when they got back to his loft. The one time in Joe's office just made him want more. But Richie was sitting upstairs listening to some music.
"Well, well. . . aren't we the happy couple." There was a slight bitter tone in Richie's voice.
"Why wouldn't we be?" Duncan tossed his coat on a chair.
"Well, I figured after what happened between Amanda and Joe. . ."
Duncan looked at Amanda. "How does he know?"
She shrugged. "Just a lucky guess?"
"Richie, I hate to be rude, but we'd like to be alone."
Richie stood up. "Yeah, I know. I'm always left out." He started for the door when Amanda stopped him.
"Aww. . . we wouldn't want you to be left out now do we?" She winked at Duncan. It was time to pay Little Richie back for his comments in the bar. She led him back to the couch and sat him down. "Now you just wait here." She went to Duncan's armoire and poured some brandy into a glass. Then she carefully pulled out a small packet of powder from her jeans. It was something special she made. Totally harmless and it small amounts a nice aphrodisiac but in larger quantities, it would make someone pass out. And she knew she wouldn't be able to do what she had in mind while Richie was awake.
She sauntered over to him and handed him the drink. "Have a drink while I get changed."
Richie looked to Duncan who just shrugged. Maybe there's something about Duncan I don't know, Richie thought as he sipped the drink.
Duncan could help but be curious about what Amanda had in mind. From the gleam in her eye, he knew it wasn't sex. He walked over and poured himself a drink. Turning he started to ask Richie if he wanted another. He burst out laughing.
Richie had set his drink down on the coffee table and passed out the chessboard.
Amanda came out from the bathroom with a towel, a razor and Duncan's shaving cream. She looked to make sure Richie was out cold then grinned. "Checkmate." She set the razor and shaving cream on the coffee table.
"What did you do to him?" No matter how much he tried, Duncan couldn't sound mad. It was all just too funny.
"Nothing that won't wear off in, oh. . . an hour or two." She laid the towel on the couch and laid Richie back on it.
"Amanda."
She hated that tone in his voice. "What? I'm just gonna pay our friend back for a few comments he made in the bar. I promise it won't be anything permanent." Amanda started to unbutton his shirt. "Wanna help? Could be fun."
Duncan shrugged. What the hell, it's not like he had anything else to do. "What would you like me to do?"
"I need a bowl of water and a washcloth."
Duncan fetched the needed items and returned to the couch. Playfully, he flicked some water at Amanda.
She flick water back at him as he knelt beside her. Amanda leaned forward, kissing a drop of water that was slowly running down his nose.
Duncan pulled her close, wrapping his lips around hers, allowing their tongues to caress each other. Amanda was right, he thought, this could be fun.
Amanda pulled back. "Hold that thought. Let's finish this first." She dunked the washcloth in the bowl of water and used it wet Richie's chest. "Shaving cream."
Duncan slapped the can in her hand. "Shaving cream." He watched as Amanda lathered Richie's chest. He almost wished it was him. At least for the lathering part. The shaving, well. . . that could be skipped.
Skillfully, Amanda shaved off every hair on Richie's chest. Wiping off the remaining shaving cream, she stood up and admired her work. "Pretty good."
Duncan kissed her then laughed. "You are really bad."
She wrinkled her nose and smiled. "I know. Now let's get out of here before he wakes up."
*** The End - Part 2***