This one takes place just after Nate's death and Fiona's release from prison. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
MFMFMFMFMF
I've never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms
-Just A Kiss
How had he gotten so lucky?
Michael smiled as he held Fiona in his arms. They were in their bed in the loft while a storm raged on outside. They had wrapped up a big job the previous night, and they had spent most of today alternating between eating yogurt in the kitchen and making love in their bed. He loved days like this, and they meant even more after he had gotten her out of prison.
A lump formed in his throat as the memories came surging back. Those months without being able to hold Fiona in his arms had almost ripped him apart, and without her he was certain he would have lost it completely after Nate's death.
Sensing his sudden upset, Fiona snuggled deeper into his embrace.
He smiled and gently brushed her hair away from her beautiful face. At his touch, her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey…"
"Didn't mean to wake you up." He kissed her forehead.
"Mm…" She ran her hand along his toned abdomen. "It's okay."
He gasped and grasped her wrist, gently rubbing her skin. "Fi… I need to tell you something."
She wiggled her fingers playfully. "What?"
"I love you, Fi."
That made her jerk her head up. He had never said those words to her, not even in the deepest part of night, after they made love and he was holding her. Her heart swelled up, and finally she managed, "I love you, too, Michael."
They both smiled as Michael suddenly swept her beneath himself and began kissing her neck.
How had he ever gotten so lucky, to have a woman like her to love?
The End.
A/N: Next up, Dancing Away With My Heart. Thanks for reading!
