Hey guys, thanks for the awesome reviews, I'm glad you enjoying it! I'm sorry for taking FOREVER to post chapter 3, but after Tony died, there was just no motivation for me. But the mourning period has ended, and school hasn't been so hectic… so I got back on the phonetical horse and continued! Oh and sorry for ending it where I did in chapter 2, I know (as a few of you put it) it was evil but it was necessary for this chapter… so without further ado, heres the 'not-so-innocent' chapter three (need I remind you of the rating) so enjoy :P

Oh, and no, I haven't come into money, so I still unfortunately don't own 24, its plots or characters, or any other brands that may appear…

Michelle rolled over sleepily, having just awoken. Eyes still glued shut; she flung her arm over, feeling around for the body that seemed to have disappeared. Feeling somewhat disgruntled by its absence, she finally, and reluctantly opened her eyes. Panicking slightly at the thought that it was all a dream, she pulled back the covers and leapt out of bed, only to trip over a pair of men's shoes. Whilst very painful, she couldn't help but smile.

Jumping slightly at a crashing sound coming from the direction of the kitchen, she ambled out of the bedroom to see what Tony had dropped. She entered to see him hard at work with a whisk, his back to her. She crept up behind him and wrapped her arms round his waist, laughing when he flinched slightly.

"Watcha making?" she asked, mumbling into his shoulder blade.

"Pancakes. The only thing I can make as you have NO perishable food in the house… tell me, what have you been eating the last year or so!" he replied in mock aggravation, before turning around so he was facing her.

"You know I can't cook that well, why would I bother with ingredients?"

"Can't cook that well? Sweetheart, it's a miracle you don't set your cereal on fire!

"Hey that's not-" she started, leaping into defence mode. She had to mumble the rest however, as he sealed his lips over hers, and when he finally broke away, she had completely forgotten about it.

"Now get out of my kitchen," He ordered, pointing to the door "I don't want scorch marks on these walls as well!"

"That was one time, and it wasn't entirely my fault if you remember rightly!… c'mon can't I watch?"

"Well…" Tony started to relent "if you promise not to touch anything, then I spose you can... you'll have to sit over here though"

With that said, he picked her up like a six year old and placed her on the counter, well away from the stove. Warning her to behave with a single glare, he turned his back to her to open the fridge. In the split second he wasn't watching, her hand darted across the bench, and then into the cupboard underneath her, opening and closing the door as quietly as possible.

Tony turned back around, a bottle of milk in hand. He stared aimlessly around the benches for a few moments before turning to Michelle and glowering at her as she bit her cheeks to try to hide the smile.

"Give it back Michelle,"

"Give what back?" she asked, holding both hands out, feigning innocence

"You know perfectly well what" He replied, crossing his arms and looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Don't make me come over there and hurt you"

She laughed at this, for she knew that for all the kitchen utensils in the world, he couldn't ever intentionally physically hurt her… even during the time after prison he had never laid a finger on her.

Tony saw this laughter as a weakness in her defence. He quickly scanned the area around her, correctly guessed the cupboard that held the precious whisk hostage. He lunged towards her, and before she had realised what was happening, had bent down and had retrieved the whisk.

He stood up and made for the pancake mixture, but was stopped in his tracks by Michelle's legs snaking around his waist and gripping very tightly. He turned slightly so that he was once again facing her properly, and gave her an appraising look before she rested her arms on his collarbones and kissed him.

He gave up all thoughts of revenge and that moment and instead wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him so that he could feel her chest rising and falling against his own torso. The kiss deepened and his hands started to roam, first

drifting under the back of her t-shirt and then around to the thighs, stroking them dangerously high, so that his fingers brushed against the line of lace. She shuddered slightly at his touch and broke the kiss. Slowly, she guided Tony's hands up the front of her t-shirt enjoying the feel of his warm hands gliding across her soft skin.

Michelle started to unbutton his shirt, kissing the area of chest she exposed with each open button. Before she had got down to the second last button however, she felt his hands move out from under her clothing. Tony cupped her chin with this and slowly lifted her head up, and before she knew wat was happening, started to kiss her neck – her one weak area. She groaned in ecstasy as his lips pressed down on her skin, and unable to stand it any longer, she slid off the bench, and led him, by the hand, to the bedroom.

They had made it through the kitchen and into the doorway of the bedroom when Michelle suddenly felt resistance. She turned around to see the Tony had come to a standstill.

"Are you sure?" he muttered as they locked eyes

They stood staring at each other in silence, from opposite sides of the doorway for a few seconds, before Michelle reached over the threshold and grabbed 2 handfuls of shirt, pulling him over into her domain. He smirked at his little seductress as she kissed him again, undoing the last of the buttons. She tugged at the shirttails and it came off easily in her hands, before slithering onto the floor.

Tony then put his hands on her waist, and gathering the t-shirt, slowly ran them up the sides of her body, enjoying the soft moans he was creating. T-shirt finally off, and he started gliding his hands over her stomach, breasts and shoulders, tracing over old scars, and discovering the new ones that had appeared.

Michelle watched him and understood. He was remembering her, relearning her body, familiarising himself with the new marks that hadn't been there 18 months or so ago. She had not long to dwell on that matter though, for his hands had moved around to her back, and she shivered as they made the descent down, taking her boxers with him. She closed her eyes, goose bumps taking over her body, as he gently moved upwards, lightly caressing inner thighs.

Letting out a soft groan, she pulled him closer to her, and fumbled with his belt. Her

whole body felt electrically charged as he leant over and began kissing her shoulder, slowly making his way to her neck. Finally she managed to undo the buckle and sent his pants on their way. Tony stepped out of them, and, with the last barrier between them gone, swept her up in his arms, and lay her tenderly on the bed. Skin met skin, and they moved together, and soon both jumped over the edge, and into the abyss.

Still panting slightly, Tony reached over and pulled Michelle close to him. She sighed as she rested her head on his chest, thinking that this was how life was supposed to be. She snuggled down, fitting perfectly against his side. He in turn, hauled the doona over her shoulders, before wrapping his arms around her bare body. They both smiled, for if something's never changed, this was one of them. Tony closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth that radiated off her. With Jen, it had never been this way. After they had sex, she refused to stay with him, instead going back to her own bedroom. She hated being cuddled, or protected for some reason. But not Michelle. It wasn't that his angel was needy as such, and she could definitely protect herself. No it was because she wanted to be loved, and Tony knew exactly how to show her.

He was brought back to reality by a faint murmur.

"I love you too sweetheart"

Well guys, thats chapter 3... its my first attempt at this sorta thing, so dont be to harsh! but yes, please review... i do enjoy getting mail in my inbox!