Mikael Blomkvist had been wandering the whole afternoon. He had seen Lisbeth Salander the day before. It was a bittersweet encounter. His Sally had changed; the past year had been tough for both of them. Blomkvist hoped that after the trial things would go back to what they were two years ago. But Sally had decided to disappear again. During those first months after her trial he had been in despair. Annika did not know anything about her. He remembered their conversations; in more than one occasion he had desperately accosted Annika for information
"I already told you Mikael, I do not know where Lisbeth is, and she is not answering her phone or the emails I sent her."
"Well you should try harder Annika, she needs to be here."
"No she does not Mikael, and you know it, her affairs are in order, if she wants to travel she is well within her rights to do so."
"Annika you don't understand, she could be in danger, that girl is always in some sort of trouble. I don't know how but Lisbeth always attracts problems."
Annika always seemed to hesitate whenever he used the danger card. Blomkvist knew perfectly well that Salander could protect herself; hell she had done so since she was a twelve-year-old girl. Apparently Annika did not know where Lisbeth was because during months she gave the same answers. She even told her that if he wanted to know where the girl was he could call her himself.
Of course Blomkvist had tried it, but he gave up hope. After the first fifteen times he just assumed that his Sally was not willing to talk to him. His sister did not know where Salander was so that was a good sign. Sally had decided to give everyone the shoulder treatment not just him.
When Annika told him that Lisbeth was back he felt something he had not felt in years. It was a feeling of extreme happiness, relief and excitement. He just felt elated that she was back in Stockholm. That meant that he could talk to her and see her. He just wanted to see her.
The perfect opportunity presented itself in the news of Neidermann's death. He had the perfect excuse to go see her and he did.
At first it was strange, he could have sworn that Lisbeth would not let him in but then after crucial seconds she opened the door and he was in her apartment again.
"So, I see you have not furnished the other rooms yet." Blomkvist was trying to find something to discuss.
"No." was her curt answer. Blomkvist knew this was a typical Salander response but was it so hard for Sally to just once comply with his small talk attempts.
Blomkvist tried her approach, "ok I know that we have not kept touch in the last months but please Lisbeth just try." Now Blomkvist was feeling defeated he had the feeling that if they did not clear the air, their friendship would be over for good.
"Try what?" Lisbeth seemed puzzled, so Blomkvist tried again and asked her about her travels.
They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about her travels, as the evening wore on Lisbeth loosened up a little and told Blomkvist about her time Gibraltar and France. She told her that Miriam Wu and her were on speaking terms again and that she had forgiven Salander for indirectly being the cause behind her kidnapping.
They talked about Blomkvist's future plans on Millennium. Sally asked about his relationship with that "Säpo woman" but Blomkvist quickly evaded her questions. For some reason it was not appropriate to discuss his relationship with Monica Figuerola.
And now here he was wandering the streets. He was walking to his apartment. He was supposed to meet Monica and have dinner with her but that was the farthest thing from his mind.
Finally he was opening the door to his apartment when the smell of pasta greeted her. Monica was here and she had already cooked dinner. The Säpo agent wore jeans and a light blue sweater. She looked beautiful.
"Mikael, you are here, I was just staring to worry about you."
Jokingly Blomkvist answered "No need to call the cops. I'm here", he kissed her, and they sat down for dinner. It was a lovely meal; they talked about their day and how things were at Millennium now that Lisbeth was back in the city.
"Well, of course Lisbeth's arrival would cause a bit of news."
All the Swedish media was interested in Lisbeth Salander's tragic story and how she would proceed after her trial. There was a lot of speculation as to whether she would sue Swedish authorities for all of the crimes committed against her. It all died down after a couple of weeks when Salander took off. But now all the media was hungry for news about her life.
"Mikael, I am just wondering how the girl is going to react to so much media exposure" Monica said.
Blomkvist misinterpreted his girlfriend's concern for something else. A little offended he asked, "What are you trying to imply? That Lisbeth would attack reporters?"
"No, Mikael, I'm just concerned for her, we all are…" Blomkvist interrupted Monica by saying, "Well, Lisbeth knows how to assess situations and how to defend herself from others"
They washed the dishes and went to bed. Monica approached Blomkvist and was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He knew he should stop her. He was not in the mood for this but he did not.
They began kissing; Monica was trailing feathery kisses along Blomkvist's neck. Blomkvist unbuttoned her jeans and was slowly touching her tights and behind. Maybe this was a good idea. Some stress relief, would do wonders to Blomkvist's mood.
They continued touching and kissing each other. Blomkvist was rolling Monica's right nipple and she was moaning his name. She was also touching Blomkvist cock, at this point in their relationship they knew what the other liked in bed and were able to please each other. They continued the foreplay until Blomkvist finally entered her. He was on top of her they moved together, establishing a rhythm that they both liked. He was looking into her eyes but they were not Monica's, they became dark brown, almost black.
Suddenly he was making love to Lisbeth Salander, to his Sally. He moaned, this could not be happening. He began moving faster, encouraged by Sally's moans. In his mind he was with Sally. Those perfect breast he was touching were Sally's, those legs around his waist her Sally's. He moaned and closed his eyes. He could see her so perfectly, her pouty lips and those eyes half closed in ecstasy.
"Fuck… yes Sally, Sally…" he whispered. Unfortunately for him Monica chose that moment to concentrate her efforts on him. Monica stopped touching his cock. She had heard him but Blomkvist was too far-gone and did not care.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fuck, Lisbeth, yess."
He came, he rolled away from his Sally, then he finally opened his eyes and saw the heartbroken face of Monica Figuerola.