Alright, here it is! *big cheesy grin* My much promised story, Unforgettable You. This is my baby, and I am very excited to be posting it now. It was inspired by the absolutely beautiful song, Embraceable You, by Ella Fitzgerald. I also used the lyrics to the Nickelback song, I'd Come For You, here in this first chapter. This is going to be a huge Michael whumping story, and there will be lots of hurt/comfort. We'll see old faces and new ones, and maybe a new romance for Sam. So enjoy the first chapter of Unforgettable You!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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Sundays were Fiona's favorite day of the week.
More times than not, they didn't have a job, and they could just relax. Well, relax as much as they could with the kind of lives they had. They usually slept in a little, and they spent the day lounging around and making love whenever they wanted to. Which was quite often.
Fiona grinned to herself as she retrieved a yogurt and tugged the lid off. Oh, yes, life was good at the moment. She could hear Michael singing off-key in the shower, and she grabbed a spoon before she made her way to his old green chair and sat down.
In the bathroom, Michael was grinning and singing to himself as he shampooed his hair. Lately things had just been…amazing. He and Fiona were getting along better than they had in a long time, and life just seemed to be right. Of course, the pessimist in him couldn't help but point out that this would be the perfect time for things to go terribly wrong, but he tried to ignore that voice.
I was blindfolded, but now I'm seeing
My mind was closing, now I'm believing
I finally know just what it means to let someone in
To see the side of me that no one does or ever will
So if you're ever lost and find yourself all alone
I'd search forever just to bring you home
Here and now, this I vow
Fiona dipped her spoon into her yogurt and brought it up to her mouth. Everything had been going so well lately, she was worried that it would all crumble at any moment. She tried to remind herself that it wouldn't happen, that they wouldn't let it.
Suddenly she had no appetite for yogurt. All she wanted was him. With a soft sigh, she set the yogurt aside. Then she got to her feet.
By now you'd know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'll always come for you
You know I'll always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember
You know I'll always come for you
Slipping into the bathroom, Fiona quickly shed her clothes and pulled the shower curtain back. Then she stepped into the shower with Michael.
Michael turned around as Fiona joined him in the shower. "Excuse me, have we met?"
She playfully thumped his shoulder, then leaned up for a long, slow kiss.
He happily obliged, and as the hot water cascaded over their bodies, they connected in their favorite way.
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A few hours later, Fiona and Michael were in their bed, and Fiona was watching Michael as he slept peacefully. When they had first started sharing a bed after their reunion, she had noticed that he suffered from nightmares most every night. Sometimes she was awoken by soft whimpers, other times full-fledged screams. On good nights, a touch from her was often all that was needed to soothe him back into a peaceful sleep. On the bad nights, she would hold him and whisper into his ear, sometimes for hours. More than once she had received a busted lip or a bruised cheek for her efforts, and she always hated the guilty looks he wore the following day. It was those days when he treated her the best, and she always detested the fact that he did it out of guilt. She never blamed him for the bruises and blood. She refused to stand by and let him suffer, and if that meant the occasional ache in her face, then that was fine with her. But it never was okay with him.
In his sleep, Michael turned his head and snuggled into her bare shoulder. That was something else she noticed about him. When she first came to Miami and they reignited their relationship, he was only physically affectionate with her in bed or when it helped sell a cover. Nowadays, he was restrained, but he wasn't afraid to show affection to her when they were out in public or with friends. She couldn't help but note that he was particularly handsy when other men showed even the slightest interest in her. And even though she would scold him and tell him she wasn't his property, she couldn't deny that a part of her actually liked it. He had come a long way in the past few years, something she thought that she'd never see.
His hand drifted up her side, and the change in his breathing pattern alerted her to the fact that he was awake. She looked down and found his cobalt eyes, still heavy with a mixture of sleep and arousal, studying her intently. The gaze sent a flush creeping into her cheeks. "Michael…"
"Shh…" He cupped her hip with his large hand, pulling her even closer to him.
With a happy sigh, Fiona pushed Michael onto his back and straddled his waist. Then she rested her small hands on his broad shoulders, her nails lightly digging into his skin.
He encouraged her by grabbing her hips and squeezing firmly. No, he would never be able to get enough of this woman. His woman. He reached up and gently brushed her thick hair back.
Outside, clouds had gathered, blocking the sun and casting the loft into shadows. But neither Fiona nor Michael noticed it.
They were too wrapped up in each other to notice anything.
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The following morning, Michael awoke and reached out across the bed, looking to pull Fiona back into his arms and snuggle her. But her side of the bed was empty, and he frowned. "Fi?"
"Over here."
He raised his head and saw Fiona standing at the bar, fully dressed and eating a Spanish omelet. His heart clenched with a surge of surprising emotions, and he sat up in the bed, allowing the sheet to fall away from his naked form.
She smiled and unabashedly raked her gaze over his body. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah." Sliding out of the bed, he grabbed a pair of boxers and slid them on, much to Fiona's disappointment. Then he sauntered over to the kitchen island and slid up behind her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
Fiona grinned and leaned back into him, closing her eyes as he brushed her thick hair away and began kissing her neck. "Good morning to you, too."
He grinned against her neck and slid his hand under her shirt.
The front door of the loft suddenly opened, and Sam Axe groaned when he saw Michael and Fiona making out in the kitchen. "Hey, how about a little warning!"
Fiona growled, not untangling herself from Michael. "Get lost, Sam!"
"Hey, sister, I have every right to be here-"
Michael had to keep Fiona from lunging over the kitchen island at Sam.
Sam snickered and closed the door behind himself. "Be nice, sister. I come bearing a new job."
"I'll tell you where you can put your job…"
"Shh…" Michael kissed Fiona softly, then stepped away from her and started toward Sam. "What have you got, Sam?"
"It's pretty straightforward. My friend is being stalked."
"Has she called the police?"
"Yep. But you know how much help they are in these kinds of situations."
"Yeah, I know." He took the file from Sam's hands and opened it.
"Like I said, pretty straightforward. But the money is good, and she's a friend."
Michael looked over at Fiona, who nodded. He smiled. They had their own way of communicating without words, something they had developed years ago. Swinging his gaze back toward Sam, he held up the folder. "We'll do it."
Sam rubbed his hands together with a grin. "Great!"
Fiona sauntered over to them. "Was that all you needed, Sam?" she queried, wrapping her arms around Michael.
"Yeah, I guess." The older man looked confused. "Why?"
"Because…" She pressed her cheek against Michael's shoulder blade and played with the waist of his boxers.
"Ah, jeez…" Sam spun around and hurried to the door, shaking his head.
Fiona laughed against Michael's skin as Sam nearly ran out of the loft.
"That was unnecessary, Fi," Michael chastised her gently.
"Maybe, but it was fun." Her curious hand slipped past the waistband of his boxers, and she was rewarded with a sharp inhale from the man who had captured her heart.
After a few moments, Michael spun around and captured her lips with his. Then he reached down and lifted her into his arms with a wicked grin.
Fiona wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed, running her fingers through his thick hair. "Michael!"
His grin just widened as he carried her over to their bed. He deposited her gently onto the mattress, then quickly shed his boxers and joined her on the bed.
God, he loved her.
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Later that afternoon, Michael and Fiona joined Sam at Carlito's. They found him at his favorite table, talking to a young, innocent looking woman with dark hair and frightened blue eyes.
Sam looked up when he saw Fiona and Michael, and he motioned to them. "Abby, this is Michael, and that's Fiona. Guys, this is Abby Canton."
Michael and Fiona smiled at the young woman. "Hi, Abby." Michael pulled out Fiona's chair and waited for her to sit down before he sat between her and Sam.
"Hello. Sam says you can help me." Abby twisted her fingers absently.
"We're going to try," Fiona assured the younger woman.
"Yes, we are. But we need you to tell us exactly what happened." Michael removed his sunglasses, folding them before he tucked them into the breast pocket of his jacket.
"I can do that," Abby said with a confident nod.
As she began to tell her story, Michael reached under the table and took Fiona's hand, rubbing her skin with his thumb.
After the meeting, Michael assured Abby that they would do everything they could. Reassured, she left the table, leaving Sam, Michael and Fiona to talk amongst themselves.
"So, what do you think?" Sam questioned, motioning for a fresh drink.
"I think we can handle this," Michael said confidently, casting a look at Fiona.
Fiona nodded her agreement. "We can."
"Great!" Sam enthused, sitting back in his chair.
Michael just grinned as he slid his sunglasses back into place.
Yes, they could certainly handle this.
To Be Continued...
A/N: There is a lot of action and angst to come, so hold onto your seats! Thanks for reading, and please review!