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He ate, enjoying the food immensely, he would have to eat here more often, he decided.

Daniel was really enjoying the food and the wine and when the waiter came by to ask about dessert, Daniel deferred to his husband knowing Methos would probably know better than he what might be good.

Methos ordered them the flan and it was a few moments before the waiter came back with one for each of them.

Daniel smiled and as the waiter left, he looked at his husband, head tilted to one side.

"Have I told you lately just how happy I am with you?" he said softly.

Methos chuckled, "You haven't in so many words, but I can tell without you even needing to say so, my love. And I feel the same way."

"Hmmm...I didn't used to be so easy to read but with you, I'm kind of glad I am." He smiled again and turned his attention to the flan in front of him.

He ate his food, feeling a bit better despite learning of the reasons this coming Wednesday was so important to Daniel. Once they were finished, Methos paid the bill and they headed back to the car.

Outside it had gotten dark and the air around them was cooler. Inside the car, Daniel leaned over and kissed Methos softly.

"Wanna let you take me out on the patio under the moon," he whispered softly just beneath his husband's ear.

Methos pulled the car out of the parking spot and started back to the house, "Don't need to ask me twice..."

Daniel chuckled softly.

"Didn't think I would," he whispered, teasingly dragging his tongue down along the side of his husband's neck, his hand sliding up along Methos' thigh.

"Watch it or I might crash..." Methos said, huskily.

"So pull over," Daniel whispered, his voice dropping into a more seductive tone. "It's deserted this far out... pull over... or drive faster... either way... I'm not stopping..."

"What about... on the porch... in the moonlight...?" his breathing was hitched.

"I know you," Daniel purred, his hand sliding higher, palming his husband through the pants he wore. "You can take me here and still be able to do so again at home... but... if you really want me to stop..." He slowly pulled back, watching Methos intently, his gaze dark with desire.

He did a remarkable job not swerving the car as Daniel ran his hand along him. His cock twitches in response. Methos quickly pulled over the car, turned off the ignition and captured Daniel's mouth with his own, without a word.

Despite knowing it was coming, Daniel gave a startled gasp at the feel of his husband's mouth against his own. His hands slid up along Methos' legs once more, teasing him as he did so.

He tugged Daniel over onto his lap, deepening the kiss with a low growl. His hands ran under his shirt rubbing his back.

Daniel groaned softly into that kiss, his own hands slipping beneath Methos' shirt, fingers trailing along his husband's chest.

"Want you so badly," he whispered softly against the immortal's neck. "Need to feel you..."

Methos sucked on Daniel's tongue, before biting down slightly on his lower lip, rocking upward to show his husband the hardness growing under them, "Need you too, love..."

His hands fell to start undoing Daniel's trousers.

Daniel groaned and lifted up, moving to do the same to his husband before he shifted just enough to tug down on Methos' pants, his own moving down just enough that he could straddle his husband's lap and press down against him, crying out softly as he did so.

His head fell back with a gasp as Daniel impaled himself on him, "Fuck... yes... Daniel.." his hands went to his husband's waist as he started to rock upward.

Daniel gasped and pushed down against Methos as hard as he could stand, burying his face into his husband's neck, breathing hard, panting out his lover's name as he did so.

He groaned thrusting upward faster and with more need. Methos reached down and wrapped a hand around Daniel's length stroking him as they went.

Daniel let out a harsh cry at that touch, fighting back tears as emotions threatened to completely overwhelm him/.

Methos captured his mouth in a kiss, as he continued to move inside him with a frenzy, his hand still stroking him, thumb brushing over tip.