Written for comment_fic on livejournal
(The prompt was Fi's line about forgiveness)
Michael jumped up quickly and soon had a gun in the personal space of whoever was crawling through the window. But rather than a defensive move, Michael just received a smirk.
"Victor? "
"How you doing, big guy," he said and looked over Michael's shoulder to Fiona who was sitting amused on the bed. "Hi, Fiona. Looking outrageously good, as usual."
"Not a good time Victor," Michael said.
"That's too bad. Maybe it's your technique."
"It's not his technique," Fiona said with a smile.
"That's reassuring," Victor said as he strolled past Michael and toward the bed.
But Michael grabbed his shoulder and said, "Time to leave, Victor." Victor looked back at him and for a second Michael wondered just how fragile their new alliance really was, whether Victor might switch from jovial to lethal with his customary ease.
But Victor just said, "So domineering, Michael. I'm not used to that. But maybe for you, I'll give it a try."
"You expect us to believe that," wheedled Fi, "that you're some sweet young thing that we're perverting?"
"Fi," Michael said, in his please-tell-me-now-that-what-I-think-is-going-on-is-not-actually-going-on voice.
"So I made an invitation Michael. He's on our team now."
"Without asking me?"
"It's easier to get forgiveness than permission." Fi answered. She walked over to the two men.
"You're a dangerous woman," Victor said admiringly right before she gave him a long rough kiss.
"You don't know the half of it" warned Michael as they turned to him.
They both looked at Michael expectantly, both wanting to kiss Michael next, both looking gorgeous with recently-kissed lips and eager eyes. Neither was good at being patient, Michael knew. This really was going to be a dangerous night