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The character of Connor MacLeod belongs to DPP. This fan fiction is for entertainment only; there is no profit involved.
Don't look back, she told herself. You can't look back until you’re in the terminal. Not until there is distance and safety glass between you. She pushed through the doors and sucked in her breath. She could still smell his scent and feel his lips from his kiss good bye. He had offered to wait with her until her flight but that would have only made it harder. Exhaling she turned around and was rewarded to find Connor MacLeod studying her. Memorizing her.
They were Immortal but that was no guarantee that they would live to see one another again. At any time, one or the other could be swallowed by the Game. She smiled; his hair, even this short, was unruly. Wasn't that one of the things that attracted her most to this man? He was untamed, a bit wild. From a time more accepting of raw emotion and, therefore, the truth, than the end of the nineteenth century that had born her.
His expression, for Connor, was open and unguarded. He was, she was surprised to register, going to miss her. She flushed, remembering less than two hours ago she had been writhing under him, her fingers kneading his bare flesh as she had urged his body further in hers.
His eyes were a contradiction. They rarely showed his true feelings but if one with intent looked just a bit further under the facade of distance, arrogance, and amusement...the passion that infused him was evident. Once he was committed, Connor MacLeod did nothing half way. He fought, he loved, he hated with everything he had.
And she was walking away from that!
She took a step forward and had to raise her hand to stop from running into the window plate. The flash of her wedding ring in the light stopped her. She couldn't do that to Jacob. They had had a good twenty-six years together. He had sacrificed much to be with her. She could live with the guilt an unexpected, unplanned meeting that had resulted in a tryst with Connor brought--but not with walking away from the mortal who loved her. A man she loved too. It was guaranteed that his time would run out. Connor and her might have more.
She looked up from her hand and froze Connor as he was in her memory and gave him a small smile. If they were both lucky, maybe another lifetime.
DeniseCDC
May 23, 2003