The Pass Along Fanfic

*Mountain Lion on the Loose*

Chapter 11 - written by: Jules

The next day, life seemed to return to normal for Michaela and Sully. Well, as normal as it could be for two hopelessly in love newlyweds. Michaela had applied a generous proportion of salve on Sully's mountain lion wounds, tenderly rubbing in the healing ointment until it soaked into his tanned, rustic skin. She had encouraged him to come back around noon, for another "healing" session.

At around eleven forty-five, the door bell rang and she grinned indulgently to herself as she sat at her desk, feigning to be reading. "You're early," she whispered, in her most alluring, seductive voice, only saved for her mountain man.

"You're just ready to pounce, aren't ya Michaela?" Hank drawled out smugly as he stepped into the clinic. Michaela quickly jumped up from her desk, closing her text book on the physiological structure of the male anatomy as fast as she could.

"Hank!" Michaela blushed profusely as she stood up, smoothing her skirt out. "I wasn't expecting you."

"That much was obvious." He grinned wryly at her, before wincing in horrible pain. "Can ya focus a few minutes on a dyin' man before ya have to go make your next feedin'?"

"Good grief, Hank!" Her attention going to his bloody hand wrapped in a towel. "What did you?"

"I got mad and broke it on one of my whiskey bottles. Ya ever get mad, Michaela, and need to break somethin'?" His eyes bore through hers.

She glared at him. "I'm thinking of breaking something right now, as a matter of fact."

He smiled cockily. "Oh yeah?"

She walked over to her examination table. "Let me see your hand."

He gave her his hand and whispered, "I get to ya, don't I?"

She focused on his hand and avoided his eyes. "You're rude and presumptuous. But you do not get to me."

He raised his eyebrows. "Maybe not. But I certainly get ya."

"You do?" She scoffed.

He found her eyes and held them. "You're a passionate woman, Michaela. I knew it all along."

She swallowed nervously. "That's none of your business."

As she finished wrapping his hand, he put his hand over hers, forcing her to look at him. "Isn't it great though? Don't ya love it when Sully takes ya in his arms and makes ya his? Don't ya love the feelin' of being filled up by a man? Kissing ya, holding ya, feeling every curve, every secret place ya never even knew ya had before… Isn't it wonderful, Michaela? Come on… Ya can admit it to me… I'll never tell… It'll just be between you and me."

Michaela's face was a thousand shades of red as she looked in Hank's eyes, flushed with the truth, and just as she was about to answer him, the clinic door opened…