Claddagh
A Burn Notice Vignette by N8iveTexan
Setting/Spoilers: "Missing Scene" style vignette. Spoilers for everything up to and including S6E8, Unchained. Set toward the end of the episode, at the loft, between the fade and Pierce knocking on the door.
Rating: G / K
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing.
Author's Notes: This is just a cute little fluff piece that was inspired by the split second frame of Michael choosing jewelry to help sell his cover of a Boston mobster.
The only light in the room filtered in through the large windows, the moon bright in the sky on this clear night. He smiled and let his fingers whisper a caress across her face where the rays played across her features, being careful to avoid the bruise left by Quinn's goons. He gently crawled out of bed and padded to the kitchen.
Noticing it for the first time, Michael peeked into the black bag on the counter by the fridge. Sam returned the clothes, he thought dismissively and moved to the sink to retrieve a glass, but gave it another thought and turned back to the bag. He fished through the contents, until he found what he was looking for. When Jimmy's crew made him change clothes for fear of a wire, he thought he'd lost it. He reached into the slacks pocket and sighed with relief when his fingers met the coolness of the gold chain.
He hadn't noticed Fi had risen to join him, mumbling sleepily, "they're already wrinkled, Michael. Come back to bed." She tugged at his elbow, but at his resistance, instead threaded an arm around his waist to see what captured his attention. "What is it?"
"It's not the pants, Fi. It was this," he held up the circular pendant for her to see. "I was going to wear the cross, but..." he trailed off as she skimmed his arm to clasp his hand, moving between him and the bar.
She ran her fingers lightly over the hand-held and crowned heart in his palm. "With my two hands, I give you my heart, and crown it with my loyalty," she recited the traditional interpretation of the Irish Claddagh. Fi looked up into his blue eyes to see all the memories, pain of loss, and of love and profound need swirling in their depths. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Fiona..." he pulled her close into a gentle embrace. "I'm so glad you're home," he softly kissed her forehead.
He lay the necklace on the butcher block behind her as she reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and held him closer. "Me too," she breathed into his ear.
At that, he leaned his head down to softly kiss her. As she responded in kind, he fully enveloped her in his arms and deepened the kiss. He had missed this, missed her, terribly. When they broke for air, he surprised her by swinging down to snake an arm behind her knees and lifting her up easily.
"I think I'll come back to bed now."
