A/N: The promos that have been airing lately have inspired me. I'm not sure if this will be a one-shot (or a series of one-shots) or a longer story yet, we'll have to see where it goes. And as much as I'd love to own these wonderful characters, I don't. I'm just grateful to the awesome Matt Nix for letting me borrow them for a while.
It was a typically hot, humid Miami afternoon. Michael and Fiona had been up long before the sun and before most of Miami had eaten breakfast they—along with Sam—had rid South Beach of another band of thugs. Even though his handlers were calling the shots, Michael was glad they allowed him to return to Miami and work with Sam and Fiona again. They put the celebration on hold as Sam ran off to his newest lady friend. After a brief stop as Maddie's house Michael and Fiona had returned to the loft.
After sharing a yogurt Michael retreated to the shower to wash some of the grime of the day off his body. He lingered under the cool spray, letting the pressure of the water massage his back and shoulders. He emerged from the shower, a towel around his waist, prepared to tell Fiona the shower was all hers.
Michael paused as he caught sight of her, curled up asleep on the bed with her sundress barely covering her. Small, sweaty tendrils of hair curled against her neck from the heat. He marveled that someone who looked so small and delicate could be so strong and deadly. He grabbed his boxers off of the chair and stepped into them before quietly making his way over to the bed.
He leaned down and brushed her hair out of her face before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. He lightly rubbed the back of her neck before gently climbing onto the bed and settling next to her. Her skin was slightly slick from the humidity and as he ran his fingers from her shoulder down to her wrist and back up again he smiled at the effect it had on the lower regions of his body.
Michael lay back, feeling the hot, humid air in the loft encircle his body. The fan did little to alleviate the heat. In spite of the extreme heat his body craved the closeness of Fiona's body and he smiled as she stretched in her sleep and came to rest with her head on his chest, her hand lightly resting at his waistband. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Fiona—vanilla mixed with gun oil and just a hint of peach. It caused a familiar stirring between his legs and he was sure she was aware of it.
After some time—Michael may have dozed off but he couldn't swear to it—Fiona's hand began to lightly trace Michael's waistband. She ran her fingers from his hip across his waist and down to his thigh. She continued up his inner thigh, letting her fingers brush agonizingly close to the bulge at the front of his boxers before continuing down his other thigh and back around to his hip.
Michael traced small circles over her back, pulling her closer to him and smiling as he felt her nipples harden against his chest. The thin fabric of her sundress was damp as he rolled it between his fingers.
Fiona once again let her hand brush close to his aching—and growing—erection as she felt him pull her tightly against his chest. He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck and she shuddered as his tongue made contact with her skin. She lightly scratched his inner thighs as he massaged the back of her neck.
"Fi," he whispered so softly that she wasn't sure she hadn't imagined it. "Here, let me help you," Michael said before grasping her hand in his and gently pressing it against his cock.
"If I want your help, Michael, I'll ask for it," she breathed against his neck, withdrawing her hand and returning to his waistband. She ran her fingers inside, relishing the sight of him growing even harder at her touch.
Fiona repositioned herself, drawing her body fully over Michael's and relishing the feel of his erection pressed against her. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. She gasped as their tongues met and he pulled her hips down to bring his cock in contact with her clit. He ground her against him until she whimpered and he could feel her wetness.
"Fi, you have to take your dress off if I'm going to fuck you," he whispered in her ear. He loved that hearing him talk dirty turned her on and he continued, "I can feel how wet you are already and I can't wait to slide my cock inside you."
She was panting heavily as she kissed him again before sitting up and peeling her dress off.
"What about your boxers, Michael?" she whispered before she reached down and stripped them off in one swift motion.
Michael reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing and massaging her nipple until it was hard and Fiona was breathing rapidly. She rotated her hips, grinding against him and threatening to make him cum before they even got started. Fiona smiled at the strangled gasp that came out of Michael's mouth.
Fiona began to kiss her way down Michael's body, stopping to give attention to every scar she found. Her tongue was like fire on his body and he ran his fingers through her hair and called her name as she kissed her way across his waist and down to his inner thighs.
He let her set the pace as he tangled his fingers in her hair and watched her. She looked him in the eyes as she gently took him in her hands, smiling as she felt the wetness that was already leaking from his swollen tip. She dipped her head, her eyes never leaving his, and just barely touched the tip of her tongue to him, letting her warm breath surround him and making him squirm with pleasure.
"Oh Michael," she whispered, "You're ready already, aren't you? I bet you can barely wait any longer."
Fiona licked her lips and at the sight of it Michael's hips involuntarily bucked against her palms. He took a deep breath to try to regain control of his body as he watched her slowly approach his cock with her lips. She ran her tongue up and down his length as her fingers lightly traced the ridge at his head before passing over the tip. He was gasping for breath and trying everything he could to keep from cumming in her hands.
"Oh God Fi," he managed to whisper as she enveloped his head within her lips. Her tongue traced circles over his tip as he gripped the sheet tightly in an effort to maintain what was left of his composure. He reached down and managed to run a finger over her nipple, causing her to gasp while he was deep in her mouth and the sensation turned him on even more.
Fiona slowly pulled him out of her mouth. She was dripping wet and aching for his touch as she kissed her way back up his body. When she reached his shoulder he grabbed her and flipped her over so fast she didn't know it was happening until he was on top of her and his erection pressed against her thigh. She wiggled her hips in an effort to draw him closer to her entrance.
Michael looked down at her, smoothing the hair out of her face before leaning down to kiss her hard on the lips. His hands began to roam, one cupping her breast as the other reached lower to trace her side, across her hip and over to the other side. She was moaning into his mouth and her hips were writhing beneath him as he leaned down and took her breast in his mouth.
His fingers brushed against her inner thighs. "You want it now, don't you Fi?" Michael breathed against her neck as he placed small kisses along her collarbone. His tongue traced her jaw and he tasted the salty sweetness of her skin.
Fiona moaned as his fingers reached her core. He gently stroked her, spreading her wetness around as his thumb found her clit. She gasped as he pressed against it while moving his fingers closer to her entrance. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her hip and whispered, "You're so beautiful Fiona."
Slowly he slipped his finger inside her, leaning down to flick his tongue over her swollen clit. He massaged her from the inside as she writhed below him, every touch making her squirm. When he felt her walls begin to flutter he clamped his lips around her clit and relished the feel of her orgasm as it exploded around him.
He kissed his way back up her body as she recovered and regained her breath. She opened her legs as he settled between them and positioned his tip at her entrance.
"Michael, I—Oh!" she stopped mid-thought as he slid inside her. He pulled out and slid in again, stopping only when he was fully inside her. He rotated his hips, relishing the sound of her moans of pleasure and the feel of her hands clutching his sides as she tried to pull him closer to her.
He established a rhythm as she began to rock her hips in time with his movements, meeting him stroke for stroke. He kissed her deeply as he moved inside her, his tongue thrusting against hers. He was getting close and he could feel her building towards release as he continued rocking his hips against her. They came together, each other's name on their lips as they fell over the edge.
Michael kissed Fiona as he rolled onto his side, his fingers tracing random patterns over Fiona's stomach. She leaned over to kiss him before getting up.
"I'm going to take that shower now, Michael," she said, holding her hand out to him in invitation.
Ooooh, how could I end it there?