A/N: This just popped into my head and I HAD to write it all down before it left! Set sometime after Sins of Omission. Michael's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Burn Notice or its characters or the actors.

What I Love About Her

Before Samantha had left, she asked me what I loved about Fiona. At the time, I didn't have a response to that question, but it has slowly been eating away at me, and now I'm ready to answer.

I love that she is fire. She is dangerous and alluring, searing and sublime. Everything she touches is transformed into something else, for better or for worse.

I love that every time I see her, she does something that surprises me, in both good and bad ways. Sometimes she surprises me with a practically nonexistent dress, and other time she surprises me with an explosion twice as large as I had requested.

I love that nothing is boring or safe with Fiona. She keeps my life in a state of constant adventure, which I both love and hate. She adds excitement to everything she comes in contact with.

I love that she is so free; free of fear and free of inhibition. She does what she wants regardless of obstacles and other people's opinions, including mine. Especially mine. I love that she doesn't need anyone.

I love that she is strong and intoxicating, her vivaciousness is all-consuming. She provides her own light and heat, emanating from somewhere deep within her. I love that it is impossible to find the source of that radiant energy, which shines in spite of her stormy past.

I love that she is driven by her emotions. She lets them fuel her actions and color her opinions and assessments. I love that this is the complete opposite of me - the complete opposite of what any kind of covert operative should do. I love that she breaks all the rules.

I love it that she always challenges me. Whether it is to help a single parent, get along with my mother, or to see who can land the most blows while sparring, she is always pushing me to my limit, both emotional and physical.

I love it when she shows up at my place unannounced, slips into one of my shirts, and crawls into bed with me. I love it when we express our feelings without using useless words. I absolutely love that when she orgasms, her entire tiny frame shakes, and I hold her even tighter. I adore that she has my name on her lips while she's shaking like that, sometimes shouting it, sometimes whispering it. It makes me wonder how we have ever been able to sleep with other people when everything is so perfect when we are together. I love that no matter how hard we try to stay away, we always end up right where we left off.

I love that she is the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of before going to sleep. I love that I worry about her more than I worry about anyone else, despite the fact that she is more than capable of taking care of herself. I love all of this about her, but it scares me, too. Scares me to death.

I love that it scares me.