A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and favorited this story. I considered making Chapter 2 cover the same events as Chapter 1 but from Michael's perspective, but I decided not to do that. It may seem OOC to have Michael saying and doing some of the things that take place in this chapter but I think he's changed since he disappeared and returned, so I hope you'll indulge me.
Two things woke me from the most peaceful sleep I'd had in a long time. The first was the sunlight streaming through the windows into my eyes. I couldn't remember the last time I had been woken by the sun. It was kind of nice.
The second was the tickle on my face. Specifically, my cheek. It was caused by the long, newly highlighted hair of the woman whose beautiful, naked body was currently resting atop half of my own equally naked—though much less beautiful—body. It was a typically hot, humid Miami morning but I made no effort to remove her body from mine.
Fiona Glenanne was a permanent part of my life. I could no longer even try to deny that. As I watched her peacefully sleeping, her left hand strategically resting along my inner thigh, I thought back over recent events. We had certainly come a long way since I had started working for Strickler. It was hard to remember the time when I did everything in my power to discourage Fiona from the thought of a future for us.
She stretched, her hand involuntarily caressing my thigh as her head drew closer to the center of my chest. I didn't want to wake her so I remained as still as possible until she settled herself again, her mouth forming a contented smile. She sighed in her sleep.
I had been upset when I returned to find that Fi and Sam had seemingly returned to normal as if I hadn't driven off in a truck and disappeared. But what had I wanted them to do instead? I had certainly disappeared on both of them before. I had once left Fi in the middle of the night with no goodbye. So of course they had gone back to taking jobs. Their lives didn't stop just because I was gone.
Fi had noticed. And as always she knew just how to handle me. When she saw me pouting, she knew what it would take to snap me back to reality. And she wasn't afraid to do it. A slap to the face had done the trick.
And then she knew, I don't know how but she did, that I needed to wrap her in my arms—and have her wrap me in her arms—so we could stand together for a few moments, just the two of us, holding each other up. It was the best welcome home I could have gotten.
Then there had been last night. Talking with Mom had affected me more than I thought it would. I wasn't sure if Fi would come but I had to call her. And once again, she had read every cue before I even knew I was giving it to her. If only she knew how many nights I had spent thinking of her. Not so long ago the idea of a night like we had shared had seemed impossible.
She was an incredible woman. And I didn't deserve her.
Fiona stirred a bit, nuzzling her head against my chest as she snuggled in closer to me. Snuggly Fi didn't make an appearance too often but I was always glad when that side of her came to the surface. I liked to think it was reserved just for me and that no other man had ever known her that way. There was no doubt that no other man would know her that way from here on out.
I didn't even know what time it was. Probably very early, since we had gone to sleep relatively early last night. I really didn't care.
Slowly I worked my fingers through Fiona's hair, gently untangling some knots that had formed while we slept. I paused, closing my eyes and drawing in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the woman I loved.
I opened my eyes, shocked at the thought that had just entered my mind.
I loved Fiona. No, I LOVE Fiona.
Not so long ago I would have never let that thought even begin to enter my mind. Now it was so natural that it became part of my half-awake musings.
I smiled and gently leaned down to press a kiss to Fiona's head as I resumed stroking her hair. I knew I was probably going to wake her but that was OK. There would be more time to watch her sleep soon.
I drew in another deep breath and watched her head rise with my chest. Her hand still rested along my inner thigh and when I felt her fingers move slightly I knew she was starting to wake up. I brought my free hand to rest on the small of her back.
Fiona's breathing became lighter as she began to stir. She nuzzled her head against my chest again as I heard her yawn. Her fingers lightly scratched my inner thigh.
I rubbed her back as my other hand caressed the back of her head, gently massaging her neck as she continued to stir awake.
Her hand moved to my hip as she drew her body more fully on top of mine. I watched as one of her legs came to rest between mine. Her other hand reached up to brush my shoulder. Usually Fiona woke with a start; it was a nice change to watch her slowly emerge from sleep. I guess we didn't usually sleep soundly.
I leaned down to press another kiss to her head, continuing my caresses of her back and neck. She yawned again, repositioning herself so she was fully on top of me, her leg still between my own legs.
I looked down at her, waiting for her eyes to open as she stretched against me. My hands moved to her waist, hugging her tightly to me. She pressed a kiss to my shoulder before lifting her head and giving me a sleepy smile. She was gorgeous and the pressure of her leg between mine combined with the feeling of her bare breasts against my bare chest created a familiar feeling in my stomach.
And I knew Fiona could feel the signs of my arousal begin to develop beneath her leg.
"Good morning, Michael," she said, looking up at me and pressing a kiss to my chin.
I bent my leg just slightly, smiling as I felt her shudder as my thigh made contact with her most sensitive spot.
"Good morning, Fi. Did you sleep well?" I replied.
Fiona locked her fingers behind my head, leaning up to kiss my lips a few times. "Very well, Michael," she said.
We lay there, kissing and feeling the signs of each other's growing arousal. I ran my hands down her sides to rest on either side of her hips, pressing her down towards my thigh as our tongues met. She gasped as I held her tightly against me, slowly rotating her hips to create the pressure I knew she loved.
I watched as Fiona started to lose control. Her breathing quickened as her eyes darkened with passion and she started moaning. I worked her into a steady rhythm, every stroke bringing my thigh in contact with her clit and causing her to cry out.
"Michael, so close…" she screamed as I continued working her toward release. I bent my leg to increase the pressure as I watched her building toward climax. When I knew it was time I quickened the pace and held her to me as she cried out my name and shuddered in my arms. She rested her forehead against my chest as she gasped to catch her breath. I released her hips, returning my hands to her lower back as she recovered.
Her breathing stilled, she kissed me. "I really missed you Michael."
"You have no idea how much I missed you, Fi," I said, smoothing the hair away from her face as I kissed her again.
"I think I have an idea, Michael," she replied, rubbing her thigh against my growing erection. I groaned into her kiss.
She kissed my chin, and then began working down my body. Her tongue caressed my neck before she kissed my collarbone and my shoulder. I knew what was coming and my cock stood at attention as she moved to straddle my hips. She leaned her body down so my tip brushed against the wetness between her legs and I gasped.
"You like that, Michael?" she asked, kissing my chest and continuing to slowly work her way down my body.
I wove my fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp as she reached my waist, her tongue tracing patterns back and forth as she approached my upper thighs.
Her hands lightly scratched my balls as she approached my erection with her tongue. She pressed small kisses up and down my shaft. The anticipation of her warm, wet mouth around my hardened cock almost caused me to cum right away.
Her hands moved to lightly surround my shaft as she gave me two very gentle pumps.
"Oh fuck yes Fi, you're so damn good!" I cried out, thrusting my hips towards her.
She looked at me with a mischievous smile before her tongue reached out and barely touched my tip. She quickly withdrew before reaching out again, gently tracing circles around the engorged head of my cock.
If there was anything better in the world I had no idea what it could be. All the nights I had dreamed about this moment didn't even come close to the reality. For whatever reason, Fiona Glenanne was mine and I wouldn't trade her for the world.
Fiona drew me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my tip and applying just the perfect amount of pressure. I would have promised her anything she asked just to get her to keep her lips around me.
Slowly she began to work her way down my shaft as I squirmed under her. My hips were writhing as she took me fully into her mouth, my tip pressing against the back of her throat as her hands worked at my balls. I was going to spill everything into her mouth any second, I could feel it.
She pumped me in and out of her mouth using agonizingly slow movements as my breath quickened and I began to drip precum into her mouth. I wanted to control myself so badly but it was becoming impossible.
"Fi, I'm not going to last much longer," I managed to say as she continued working between my legs.
She pulled me completely out of her mouth, looking at me with a smile as she replied, "I know, Michael."
All rational thought left me as she returned her tongue to my tip, licking me like a lollipop and smiling that irresistible smile. Good grief I loved this woman.
Her lips closed over me again and she took me halfway in her mouth. Looking into my eyes, she hummed as her fingers once again played with my balls. Her tongue stroked up and down my length as I screamed her name and came in her mouth.
I reached for her hand, interlacing our fingers as she swallowed. God that was sexy.
She crawled back up the bed as I wrapped her in my arms and drew her head to my chest. Our breathing returned to normal as we clung to each other, our sweat-soaked bodies practically stuck together.
"Fi, I think there are some things we should talk about…" I started to say without thinking about how it would sound to her. I felt her body tense.
"Things, Michael?" she asked as I felt her try to pull away from me.
I drew her tightly against me. "No Fi, nothing like that."
"Nothing like what, Michael," she replied, still not relaxing against me.
"Nothing bad Fi. Just about Simon and Vaughn and what happened while I was gone." I kissed her temple as she finally relaxed.
We lay in bed together as I told her everything. She cried as I told her what Simon had said about me being just like him. I'm sure she could hear the emotion in my own voice.
"You're not like him Michael, and you never could be," she assured me as we held each other.
Her foot caressed my ankle as I held her close, kissing the top of her head.
If anyone would know, Fiona would, I thought as we drifted off to nap together.
OK this chapter went in a totally different direction than I anticipated but I think I like it. What do you think?
I'm finishing up at my current job, then going away for the weekend, then starting a new job on Monday. So I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this story. I'm going to let it sit for a day or two and think about it. There may be another chapter or two, or I may end it here.
Ciao for now!