I Could Not Ask For More
Lying here with
Listening to the rain
Smiling just to see a smile upon your face
These are the moments I thank god that I’m alive
These are the moments I’ll remember all my life.
The rain drummed its staccato rhythm against the window. The ambient light was barely enough to see the pale slim form beside him. In his sleep, Methos looked much as he did before his first death. The straight dark soft ebony hair fell lightly over his closed eyes. His lashes brushed the luminous skin of his cheek.
Methos turned over in his sleep, his hand reached out to pull Richie closer, smiling.
That smile is sweet enough to win my heart if he did not already own it. An answering smile crossed Richie’s face as he settled into Methos’ arms to sleep.
I’ve found all I’ve waited for
And I could not ask for more.
FLASH
Methos sparring in the dojo with Duncan. A flowing dance with bright flashes of swords and the darting quicksilver of the fencers.
FLASH
Methos sitting at the bar at Joe’s. Telling Joe some extraordinary story. Hands flashing with expression, his beer bottle flashing in his hands as he makes a wild gesture.
FLASH
Methos curled up on the couch in their apartment, reading a book. Reaching up to brush his hair out of his face, Methos reaching for his beer. Looking up and seeking Richie’s eyes.
FLASH
Methos standing before him lecturing him on yet another battle that could be avoided. The sarcastic voice, the broad gestures, the biting criticisms, and the love well hidden in his eyes as well as his fear.
FLASH
A miffed Methos grabbing his coat as he darts out. Walking down the street with his long coat flapping and muttering angrily to himself. Richie watches as he turns and comes back.
Looking in your eyes
Seeing all I need
Everything you are is everything to me.
Feeling those dark eyes upon him, Richie turned to look at Methos. Taking Methos’ hand, he kissed the palm. Lowering his eyes, Methos gently caressed Richie’s lips with a kiss
These are the moments
I know heaven must exist
These are the moments I know all I need is this
I have all I waited for
And I could not ask for more.
Richie felt warm arms wrap about him.
"You win, much as it pains me to admit it, you win."
Another squeeze and the heavy weight of a head on his shoulder. You’re right, I do win
I could not as for more than this time together
I could not as for more than this time with you
Every prayer has been answered
Every dream I have has come true
And right here in this moment is right where I’m supposed to be
Here with you here with me.
Arms encircled him from behind. A head lay upon his shoulder. A lazy eyelid rose over a leaf green eye flecked with golden apple sparks.
"What is it?"
"I… nothing."
"Please tell me."
"When I was 11, I thought I would be dead or dying by now. I guess I was right. I did die several times."
"But…"
"But instead, here I am. Sitting with you, here, on the barge with the river flowing around and beneath us. In Paris. Methos, when I was 11 I never thought I’d get out of Seacouver, much less Paris. I… I’m happy. I… I don’t know, Old Man. I feel…"
"Like this, here, right now, is the one place for you. That this is why you were here. I know, Strawberry Brat, I know."
These are the moments I thank god t hat I’m alive
These are the moments I’ll remember all my life
I’ve got all I’ve waited for
And I could not ask for more.
Sitting on the deck of the barge, rocked gently in the current, wrapped in the arms of the man he loves, Richie contemplates the idea of forever with him. Tightening his hands on Methos’ arms, Richie watched the sun set slowly into the river. A flash of green flared.
"You know see a bit of green in the sunset is supposed to be good luck, my Brat."
"I have all the luck I need."
I could not ask for more than the love you give me
‘Coz it’s all I’ve waited for
And I could not ask for more
I could ask for more.
Standing in the doorway to their bedroom, Richie looks at the sleeping man. Hard to believe that he is the oldest man in the world but he is. He’s mine. Or I’m his. Doesn’t matter, we are together. Crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around Methos. Curling up he didn’t see the smile crossing Methos’ face.