Suspicious, he opened it, his nose wrinkling slightly at the heavy perfume that lingered on the parchment.
//Good grief, I'd completely forgotten that I had mentioned the usual time I seemed to celebrate my birthday to Amanda, one night after a couple of drinks at Joe's.//
Smiling as his curiosity got the better of him, Methos turned around and re-locked the door on the way out, and headed for the barge.
As he approached Macleod's Parisian residence he felt the unmistakable and tell-tale signature of another immortal, knowing almost instantly that it was Duncan.
Hoping that Amanda and Duncan hadn't tried to throw him some sort of cheesy surprise party, Methos quietly let himself into the barge and was brought up short by the present waiting for him on the bed, tied up with a huge red bow.
"Well, well, well. I really have to give Amanda credit this time Duncan, not only did she manage to give me something I have never been given before but it's a gift that will keep on giving…if I have anything to say about it." Methos said happily, grinning like the fabled Cheshire cat as he approached and circled the bed.
Duncan just gave him an entirely half-hearted glare from behind the gag.
"I wonder how she knew that at the top of this year's birthday wish list was, one large, brawny, Scottish, Boy Scout, that had an almost annoying tendency to brood but the cutest little pout when he did. And not only that but naked, gift wrapped and silent. Duncan do remind me to send her some flowers later."
A muffled grunt and a rolling of a pair of chocolate brown eyes were his reply.
Suddenly impatient, Methos crawled onto the bed with his gift and began toying with the ends of the ribbon. "Happy Birthday to me." And one small firm tug was all that was necessary.