This is my first attempt at a Tony and Michelle fic. This is just a teaser, if you like it, I'll continue it. So please review.

"So, uhm, what are we saying here... If we save L.A. from a nuclear bomb, then you and I can get together for dinner and a movie, is that it?", Tony had asked, biting his lip.

Michelle had smiled bashfully, lowering her eyes.

It was then they knew they were to be together.

Six months later

The first thing he felt that morning was a soft ray of light coming through the open door of the bedroom and landing on his eyes. He opened them unwillingly, squeezing them half-shut at first, not really wanting it to be morning yet. As he finally managed to force both his eyes open, he lay there still, observing the sunlight as it playfully moved across the wall.

Lowering his eyes, he looked at the brown locks, peacefully lying on his chest; Michelle's head rising and lowering itself with his breathing. He loved looking at her in the pale morning light, she was so beautiful, her features glowing with a warm, orange-yellow aura.

Heck, he loved looking at her in any light. She was always beautiful.

He lay there for a while, admiring the angel lying next to him in his bed, then gently moved his arm and placed it around her, wrapping it around her shoulders. She stirred but nothing further. Tony closed his eyes again, resolved to daydream, since his night dreams had decided to take a rain check.

After a while, he felt Michelle's arms move and observed her as she woke up.

Slowly pushing her eyelids apart, she met the same ray of sunlight that had greeted Tony a few minutes ago. It always takes her less time than me to get used to the light in the morning. How's she do that?, he thought to himself, never having been a morning person himself.

Michelle's eyes rose, meeting his, and she smiled brightly at the latino lover all her girlfriends envied her about.

"I will marry him someday", she had told Meg the other day, when they met for lunch.

Meg laughed, taking a sip from her coffee cup. "Enjoy it while it lasts, hon, he'll be up and gone before you know it. He's the kind."

"No, he is not.", Michelle protested.

"Morning, sweetheart.", Tony whispered in a low tone of voice. She loved that voice, it was so incredibly sexy, it had something mystical about it.

"Morning..." she whispered back.

Suddenly, her expression changed and she swiftly sat up in the bed, looking like she'd seen a ghost. "Are we late?", she exclaimed worriedly.

Tony chuckled, delighted at her vigilance so early in the morning. "No honey. Unless you're really keen on spending a Sunday at CTU..." He sat up beside her and kissed her forehead. "which, I'll tell ya right now, I am not."

Relieved and amused, Michelle let out a small laugh. "Yeah, me neither.", she said, keeping eye contact with him.

Slowly, she bent towards Tony and placed her arms around his neck, pulling herself over to his side and kissed him on the lips. "Mhhhm, I could think of a few things I'd enjoy far more than assessing terror threat levels today.", she whispered seducingly.

Tony nodded and uttered lowly: "Aha."

He embraced her and gently lowered himself back on the bed, pulling her down with him. As his back made contact with the still warm sheets and a second later Michelle's body touched his, he took her between his arms, turned her over to her back and rolled on top of her, starting to kiss her, his hand playing with her rich curls. His lips determinedly moved to her soft neck. Tony felt excitement strongly build up inside him as she squirmed in anticipation and he decided then and there to make her the happiest woman on Earth.