Chapter 2
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It was chaos around the apartment, Monica was, as it is understandable, infuriated with Mikael but also deeply hurt. She was angrily dressing herself and glaring at Blomkvist who was still in the bed with his hands on his face. Finally he decided to break the silence. He stood up and put on his underwear
Mikael approached her but she just hissed at him. He tried to explain but Monica interrupted him
"How long have you been fucking her", Monica hissed the pronoun with so much disgust that it startled Blomkvist.
"We had a relationship when we first met…"
"I have not had anything with her since she disappeared two years ago"
"Well that doesn't explain why you shout her name when you come" Monica said. She had thought Mikael was fucking the girl while he was in a relationship with her but this was even worst. Mikael was missing Salander, now she understood the moodiness and the insistence in knowing the girl's whereabouts.
It was clear for Monica that Mikael was in love with Salander, even if he did not know it himself. She was just so fucking angry with herself for not seeing it earlier.
Mikael had singlehandedly started a war against Swedish authorities in order to protect Salander. He had invested his time, resources and his life for the girl. Stupidly Monica had thought that Mikael saw Salander as a daughter. That it was just fatherly concern for the girl that had driven him to do so many things for Slander.
Monica Figuerola never saw Salander as a threat against her relationship with Mikael. She saw Erika Berger as the opponent, but in reality the woman that made it impossible for Mikael to invest himself in the relationship had been a fucking tattooed slip of a girl.
"Monica really it did not mean anything, it was just a slip of a tongue"
"Don't you dare." Now Monica was really mad "am I to assume that Salander is Sally" she said quietly "Mikael you speak in your sleep, you say her name, Sally." "Every night"
Mikael seemed actually surprised, it was incredible he really was oblivious about his feelings for the girl, Monica thought.
"I think you are exaggerating things" Blomkvist said, he was sure that Monica was behaving irrationally. Yes, he had blurted Salander's name and nickname but that was something he did not want to deal with right now.
He knew he did not love Monica, but she was a comfort. He could deal with her, having a relationship with her was easy. She did not have to come back to a husband, was not traumatized by men and most of all she did not disappear without a trace. He could really see her as a life partner. It was not ideal but she would have to do. Blomkvist knew it was selfish.
"I am not, Mikael", she cried outraged.
"She is the reason why you and I would never work as a couple", Monica approached Mikael, "you love her and you need her"
"All the trouble you went through for her, it was not because you needed justice for her or because you pitied her" now Monica stood in front of him and made him look at her in the eyes.
"It was because when someone hurts the person you love, you need to see that person happy again"
"Lisbeth Salander is the one you love. People do not take the measures you have taken for mere friends"
"You love her and you know that the only way that she could be happy was when she would be finally declared mentally fit to be in charge of her life"
Mikael tried to evade her gaze as she said these words but he was unable to do so. He looked at her and processed the words she said and realized that Monica was partly right. He did love his Sally.
The realization hit him as if a ton of bricks had been dropped on his head. It was true, he had feelings for Sally and yes, he wanted to see her happy but he also did everything he did for selfish reasons. He wanted Lisbeth to thank him, to recognize him, to realize that Blomkvist would always be on her side.
Monica saw that Mikael had understood what Monica was telling him. Well there went another ruined relationship. It was hard for Monica to leave Mikael but she knew that she could never compete with Salander. The girl seemed to have monopoly over Mikael Blomkvist's heart. She wondered if Erica Berger was aware of the recent developments.
Monica Figuerola left Blomkvist apartment that night. Blomkvist tried to apologize and suggest friendship but agent Figuerola merely looked at him and said that she would come back tomorrow to pick up some of her books she had left behind. She would come in the mid-morning. Blomkvist would be at Millennium so they wouldn't have to see each other.
That same night Lisbeth Salander was picking up some random guy at a bar. As was her usual she was picking up an older guy. She picked up a blond blued-eyed man who seemed to be in his mid forties. He looked like Kalle Fucking Blomkvist and she knew it. She took him to her old apartment.
The guy was as always bewildered by the fact that a girl would pick him up. He had asked if she was of legal age, she had said yes and they proceeded from there.
They went into the apartment, directly to her bed. They undressed and were touching each other. She took charge and straddled her Kalle clone, crap she had almost forgotten the condoms. She stood up and opened a drawer; and threw the condom at the guy he put it on. Lisbeth went back to her position in the guy's lap.
She touched herself to get ready; she imagined that fucking Kalle was there. She moaned and impaled herself in the guy's cock. From there on it was a piece of cake the random guy was not actually that bad.