A/N: This is going to be the last chapter of this story. I feel like it's pretty much run its course and this chapter came to me as a good way to end it. I'm not sure yet how smutty this chapter will be but I guess we'll find out!

One final note—it was never my intention to have this story read like an episode of the show. I know some things are OOC but as I said in another author's note, this was based on Michael's emotional state just after his return. He's in a different frame of mind in the most recent episodes but I've kept this story in the time frame of a few days after his return. I was very clear that it was going to be largely full of smut so if some of you misunderstood, I don't know what else I could have done.

I've currently got a story in mind involving the events at the end of "Past and Future Tense" and it will be rated T. So some of you who had problems with the smut in this story may find that story more to your liking.

Thanks again to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited, and set an alert for this story! I'll be back with more smut when the mood strikes me.

I woke with a start after a troubling dream. I had been dreaming that Vaughn left me in the jungle after our mission. I was stranded, alone, and had no prospect of returning to Miami. And before he left, Vaughn had told me they knew how to find Fiona, and since I had failed they were going after her.

I sat up straight, pausing a moment to remember where I was. The soft featherbed below me reminded me that I was at Fiona's apartment. I glanced to the pillow beside me. Fiona was curled up next to me, peacefully sleeping. Fortunately she hadn't stayed in her usual sleeping position with her head on my chest. There's no telling what I might have done if she had.

I never understood why Fiona would stay plastered to me in the stifling loft air but when we spent the night in her cool, comfortably air conditioned apartment she inevitably ended up curled up next to me, her head resting on her own pillow. She had tried to explain it to me once—something having to do with a lady and her own bed—but I just added it to the long list of things that I would never understand about Fiona.

I lay back on the pillow, willing my breath to still and my heart to stop pounding. Fiona's foot brushed against mine under the covers and at her touch my body started to relax. I leaned over and brushed my lips against her hair, inhaling the scent that was so uniquely Fiona. I rolled onto my side so I could watch her sleep.

Fiona sighed in her sleep. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Her face had a look of absolute peace and contentment on it, her eyes closed but not tightly and her mouth set in a small smile. I was very glad we'd had these past few days to get reacquainted but I also knew it was time for us to get back to normal.

I leaned over to kiss Fiona's bare shoulder, which was sticking out of the sheet. I was careful not to wake her as I kissed her again, lightly brushing my lips against her skin and lingering for a few seconds. She was so soft and warm it was hard to believe she was a skilled operative.

After a few minutes I realized I was not going to be able to fall back to sleep, so I got up, found my boxers on the floor, slipped into them, and headed out to Fiona's kitchen. I grabbed a yogurt from the fridge, filled a glass with some ice water, and headed into her living room. I sat on the couch and ate the yogurt.

I picked up my phone and saw a text message from Sam.

"Saw you 2 playing footsie. Hope you had a good night. Call me in the am."

That Sam, he didn't miss a thing. I hoped Barry had been helpful and we would soon have everything we needed for our latest job.

I had to admit, it felt good to be back working jobs with Fiona and Sam again. Things needed to get back to normal. Tomorrow Fi and I would find out what needed to be done, and then we'd work on that little project that Vaughn had left for me. Breaking into buildings again felt right, as warped as that sounded, even to me.

I still wasn't tired, so I made a game for myself. I tried to guess all of the places in the living room where Fi would have a gun or knife hidden. I found them all quickly; glad that even though we'd been apart I could still anticipate and react to Fiona's tendencies.

A car drove by outside and I went to the window to make sure it didn't stop. I remembered another time I looked out that window, when O'Neil and his men had come for Fiona. I hadn't anticipated how much her being in danger would affect me.

I still wasn't entirely comfortable with us being "together" but there wasn't much I could do about it. Try as I might to deny it, when I was faced with her being gone my emotions had taken over and I had killed a man to save her. Now that she couldn't go back to Ireland she was my responsibility.

Fortunately this time there were no terrorists or other menacing types outside. The car continued on its way and I retreated to the couch. I leaned my head back against the cushion, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Michael?" I heard from a voice much closer to me than the bedroom. I must have dozed off for a minute.

Fiona stood over me, looking gorgeous in a robe and I suspected nothing else. She rested her hands on my knees, waited as I lifted my head, and asked, "Why are you sleeping out on my couch?"

I smiled and reached up to brush her hair behind her ear. "I wasn't sleeping out here, Fi. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to disturb you so I came out here and had some yogurt and water. I guess I dozed off."

She turned her head slightly and narrowed her eyes a bit; looking at me and trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. She apparently decided I was and she gave my knees a squeeze before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

I slid over on the couch and made room for her in what I knew to be her favorite spot. She sat down, her back resting against my side and her feet up on the arm of the couch. She grabbed my left arm and pulled it around her before resting her head on my shoulder. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

We sat quietly for a while, Fiona occasionally pressing a kiss to my hand or my shoulder as I did the same to the top of her head or her hand. I knew she could sense that things were about to go back to normal and her failure to raise the question told me it wasn't an issue for her. As much as she had pressed me for a relationship in the past, she wasn't a girly girl who wanted all romance all the time and I knew she craved the comfort of our normal routine as much as I did.

I felt Fiona move and lifted my arm so she could shift positions on the couch. She sat up, facing me with her legs crossed under her.

"Tell me what we have to do, Michael," she said, her hands absently reaching out to rest against my chest.

"I'm waiting to hear from Sam, then we'll know for sure," I replied, "but it shouldn't be much."

"That's not what I mean, Michael," Fi replied, lightly running her hand up and down my side.

"What do we have to do about what, Fi?" I asked, reaching out to stroke her hair and cupping her cheek with my hand.

"This job that Vaughn gave you. What does it involve?" she replied, grasping my hand and turning her head to press a kiss to my palm.

"Oh, nothing much as far as I can tell. We just have to go to the annex building. I have a key card that will get me inside and then I have to download something. Piece of cake."

"Famous last words, Michael," Fi said, laughing.

"Thanks for agreeing to help, Fi," I said, reaching under her hair to lightly massage her neck. "I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome, Michael," she replied, leaning closer to me and locking her hands behind my neck.

We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before I gently pulled her closer. I kissed her lips, lightly but firmly, and I felt her sigh against my mouth.

"You know what, Michael?" Fiona asked, unfolding her legs and reclining her body against mine. She definitely had nothing under her robe.

"What, Fi?" I asked, clasping my hands at the small of her back and holding her to me.

"We just fit together, don't we?" she replied, kissing my chin before once again moving her lips toward mine. She paused just before we touched, looking into my eyes for a few seconds before finally brushing her lips against mine. "I mean, who else would put up with your incessant need to be trying to do good?"

I laughed, "And who else would put up with your incessant need to blow things up?" I asked before leaning towards her, pausing just before our lips met as she had done. I unclasped my hand and brushed the hair out of her face before barely brushing my lips against hers again.

Things did have to get back to normal, but it was still the middle of the night and, well, I mean there was a nearly naked Fiona on top of me. She was pressing her body against mine in the way she knew would produce a reaction from my body.

"That's what I'm saying, Michael. I help you with your thing and you help me with my thing and well, it just works." She wiggled her hips and smiled when she felt the reaction she was hoping for rise between my legs.

Leaning in, she paused just before our lips touched again. This time when she kissed me, her tongue gently reached out to trace my lips as she wiggled her hips again.

"Fi," I began, but she cut me off.

"I know Michael, back to the real world and our jobs tomorrow. But it's not tomorrow yet so unless you want me to start blowing things up…"

Well, I mean, she had a point, after all.

She pushed me back and I grabbed onto her and pulled her on top of me as I spread out on the couch. We kissed tenderly, our tongues gently brushing against each other. Every few kisses Fiona would rub her hips against mine, slowly and deliberately driving me crazy. My erection grew below her every time she made contact with it.

I reached up and untied the belt on her robe, spreading it open and running my hands inside and around to her back. I reached down to give her ass a gentle squeeze and the pressure it created caused me to harden even more.

Fiona pulled back to look at me before leaning in for another kiss. Her hands moved to the waistband of my boxers and rested there.

I hugged Fiona tightly to me and flipped us over so she was beneath me. She ran her hands inside my boxers, pulling them down and quickly discarding them on the floor. My erection brushed against her thigh as I settled back on top of her and she shuddered and sighed into my mouth.

Fiona's hands began to lightly massage my back as we resumed our kissing. It was slow and sweet and without any urgency. It was a pattern we had when we were about to get back to a job. I didn't completely understand how we had fallen into this pattern but I once again added it to the list of things I'd never understand about Fiona and my relationship, such as it was.

I continued to kiss Fiona, slowly building the heat as I felt her grow ready. She continued brushing her hips against mine and I felt her start to drip. She spread her legs around my hips as I reached down to make sure her robe did not fall between us. I shifted slightly to position myself at her entrance as we continued kissing.

Fiona gasped into my mouth as I brushed against her and I felt her legs spread wider and her hips lift slightly off the couch. Her tongue brushed against mine just a bit more forcefully and her arms closed tightly around my lower back.

Slowly I shifted into position. Our mouths never broke contact as we whispered to each other. My tip was barely touching Fiona's most sensitive spot and when she lifted her hips again I gently eased inside her. When I was fully inside her I paused, kissing her before pulling away and resting my head on her shoulder.

"You're so warm, Fi," I breathed into her ear before leaning in to kiss her lips again. I moved just slightly, pulling out of her a bit before once again sliding slowly in until I couldn't go any further.

"Oh Michael, I…" she began, her words cut off when I slowly pulled out of her. When only my tip remained inside her I reached between us to stroke her clit as I pushed inside her again. She came instantly, pulsing around me with a look of complete satisfaction on her face.

We continued our slow pace, remaining joined together at our lips as I was buried inside her. Every few seconds her muscles would tense and she would squeeze me while I was inside her, sending spasms of pleasure up my spine.

Fiona reached down to cup my ass, whispering in my ear as I slowly moved inside her again.

"You're almost ready, aren't you, Michael?" she asked, gently squeezing. "I can tell."

I couldn't answer her as I continued pumping in and out of her. I quickened the pace slightly, pulling completely out of her for the first time before immediately sliding back inside.

Fiona began lifting her hips slightly at my every stroke, meeting me and creating more friction as I built to my own orgasm. It wasn't going to be long now.

She pulled me down for another kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. When she pulled away she whispered in my ear, "Go ahead Michael, I can feel that you want it."

I struggled to keep my movements measured and gentle as I moved more quickly into and out of Fiona's core. She was fully heated and I slid in and out with no resistance.

A few final strokes, long and deep, and I spilled into her, whispering into her ear as she came herself and did the same to me. We caressed each other's back and neck as I rested atop her, still buried deep inside her.

As our breathing returned to normal I kissed her again, grinding my hips against hers for one last time as I felt my erection begin to slide out of her. She placed her hand on the side of my face, looking up at me and kissing me as we both looked into each other's eyes.

Eventually I rose from the couch, reaching for her hand and pulling her up to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I placed my hands at her waist. She leaned up and we kissed again before she took my hand and led me back to the bed.

The real world returned tomorrow. It was time.