DQMW Ch 14

Ok, the thoughts are rolling since this is all me and not coming directly from the show so, here's another update. Hope you enjoy!

-Ash

Michaela held her breath and she peeked through the divider as Sully pulled his shirt from his pants before settling down on the blanket. She could see the definition of his muscles flex as he moved and realized that she had been staring at his broad shoulders when she saw his head turn towards her. She broke away and pulled her nightgown over her head. Briefly Michaela wondered what her mother would think if she could see her now. She felt as though she had left all of her Boston propriety behind, but just for tonight she didn't care. Sully was her friend, and she couldn't let him sleep in the cold because it wasn't deemed "proper".

Michaela steeled herself and rushed to the bed. Flinging the covers off, she leapt underneath and pulled them tight around her chin. Her bed was angled so that she could see Sully whether she laid on her back or on her side, and she knew it would be hard to sleep knowing he was mere feet away. With hooded eyes she watched him adjust his position and reach out to pet wolf. He was so gentle, and Michaela couldn't stop her mind from wondering what it would be like for his hand to reach out in the same manner and stroke her hair; her face, anything. Other than a few brushes Sully hadn't even come close to really touching her, and despite her best efforts to resist, she wanted him to.

Michaela was unaccustomed to such feelings and felt panicked. What type of woman would think of such things without any declaration from the man? These sorts of thoughts are reserved for marriage, or at the very least courting. She thought. Sully hasn't shown any signs that he is interested in you as more than a friend, and you'd do well to remember it. He's here for the children.

Michaela lifted her head as she felt the rush of cold air hit her skin. The covers were lifted and Sully maneuvered himself into bed beside her. The heat radiated from him and Michaela snuggled in closer. She felt him wrap an arm around her shoulder and pull her in closer; she sighed in response. Sully was safe and warm. He kissed her hair and she lifted her chin to look him in the eye. Love radiated from his crystal blue eyes and Michaela felt her heart swell. Never had she dreamed a man could look at her in such a way. Michaela opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by his lips upon hers. A guttural groan escaped her as the kiss intensified. Sully pulled away and smiled. "Dr. Mike…"

"Dr. Mike?" Sully repeated.

Michaela sat straight up in bed and flailed for something to grip onto before tumbling towards the floor. In one swift move Sully had caught her and righted her on the bed. Holding on to her shoulders he asked "Whoa there. Ya ok?"

Michaela's face flushed as she remembered her dream. It had seemed so real. His hands now on her shoulders were searing through her nightgown and Michaela began to panic. "What?! I'm fine... What are you doing up? You scared me half to death." She chided.

"ya were moanin. I thought somethin was wrong." He replied innocently.

Michaela's blush grew darker, and she was thankful for the darkened room for she felt sure that one look would tell him what she had been dreaming about. "I'm sorry. You just startled me. I'm fine. Thank you." She replied calmly and laid back. Sully reluctantly released her and moved back towards the fire.

"you sure you're ok? You look flushed. Ya aint got a fever do ya?"

Michaela stammered as she replied. "I am fine…really." Oh if only he knew. "oh goodness, I forgot to put the presents under the tree!" she exclaimed as she leapt out of bed. She froze realizing that Sully was now staring at her in her nightgown.

"uh, I'll just… tend to the fire." He said and tore his eyes from the thin material that barely veiled her form.

Michaela hurried to remove the presents from Santa that were hidden under her bed, all the while keeping watch to see if Sully was peeking at her. He remained a gentleman and kept his gaze trained on the fireplace as he placed a new log on the dying embers. Before he was done Michaela was back in bed and covered properly.

"g'night." He mumbled and turned his back to her. Sully was reminded that Michaela was not his to gaze upon. He had to get away from this house. She was seeping into his soul and Sully knew that once she had hold he would never get rid of the ache that had buried itself in his chest. You had your chance. You promised Abigail that you would love her forever .

The following morning Michaela woke with a start to Brian's voice. "Look ma! Look! There are presents!" She smiled warmly at him and eased out of bed with a yawn. It didn't take long for her to realize that someone was missing. Sully was gone… again.