An Evening Out
Written for the Highlander 100.
Paige rolled her eyes as Richie strolled into the manor like he owned the place. He was dressed to the nines in a fabulous tux and was making the most of it.
“Are you modeling that for me?” she asked.
He leaned against the doorframe and peered at her with his blue eyes. “Just wanted you to see that I clean up nicely.”
She kissed him. “I’m so afraid someone might steal you away,” she teased.
Richie struck a dramatic pose. “I suppose there are worse things one could be than a sex object.”
“Silly,” Paige said as they left.
“Why do you have to go? It’s raining outside,” Paige protested, looking up into Richie’s eyes.
“You know I have to. A challenge has been made, and I have to honor it.” He leaned over and kissed her, longing to remain in the bed with her. Sighing, he continued. “You knew this was part of the deal, just like I knew you’d be fighting warlocks.”
“What if you don’t come back?”
He gently lifted her chin and met her eyes. “I’ll come back. I promise.” Standing up, he gathered his sword. He kissed her again and then left the room.
Richie did as Paige instructed, dodging an ax headed straight for his neck. Turning, he rammed into his assailant’s stomach, knocking them both to the ground. However, the demon blinked out before they hit the floor.
“Richie!” Paige called.
Richie rolled over to see the demon behind him, ax raised. Before he could move, blue lights swirled around him, and he found himself on the ground next to the pretty witch. Sitting up, he saw Paige throw a potion at the cloaked figure. He turned to dust immediately.
Richie slowly stood up, mumbling, “And I thought Immortals were bad.”
“Where are we?” Paige asked. Judging by the crunching sound under her feet, she could only guess they were somewhere in the woods.
Sighing, she wished she could take her blindfold off, but she had promised Richie that she wouldn’t peek. Her Immortal boyfriend had been so excited over his surprise that she couldn’t bear to break his heart.
Finally, they stopped, and Richie pulled off the blindfold. A picnic set for two sat in a small clearing.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled.
“Thank you. I love you,” she said as she kissed him.