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Chapter 3
Lisbeth Salander woke up with a mild headache, maybe she should not have drank that bottle of vodka after the Kalle clone left. She just felt so guilty, for the last months she had orgasmed to images of Mikael Fucking Blomkvist. Whenever she touched herself, she imagined Mikael touching her, whispering her name in her ears.
She could almost hear his sexy whispers and moans. She could almost feel his breath on her neck. She missed him, not just the sex. It had been more than two years since they had shared a bed. Lisbeth had managed to distract herself with other men and women but there was always that voice in her head that would compare her partner's touch with Mikael Blomkvist's.
When Blomkvist visited her days ago she was surprised. Lisbeth hesitated; she did not feel ready to let Mikael Blomkvist back in her life. Eventually her desire to have him near her won out. Yes, it did not hurt to be with him in the same room but his presence still provoked feelings that she did not want to have.
She craved Kalle Fucking Blomkvist back in her bed. He was good all right, but she also wanted the friendship they had while they worked on the Vanger case. He was one of the few persons whom she implicitly trusted. He had proven himself this year. Blomkvist had been her most fervent ally and defender. She was grateful for all he did.
Lisbeth decided that she would contact Mikael; she powered up her MacBook and looked for him online, he was not there. She realized that it was 7:00 AM so he was on his way to Millennium. She waited until 9:00 AM to ping him again. She wrote him a message and they scheduled dinner.
The morning after Monica left him Mikael felt a mixture of relief and sadness. He felt like a failure, another relationship to the drain. Mikael poured himself a cup of coffee and headed to Millennium. Once there he went to greet Erika Berger.
"Hey, everything ready for the next issue", he asked his editor in chief.
"Hello to you too, and yes everything is set for printing" Erika replied, she wore black cashmere pants and a beige sweater. Erika was dying to ask whether he knew anything about Salander. She knew that the hacker was back in Sweden and wanted to know how she was doing.
Mikael felt tired and wanted to tell his best friend about the events of the night before. He needed a friend and Erika was the perfect person to talk to. She was a very good listener and had always given him good advices.
"Monica and I broke up", the words came out before he could stop them. Erika looked shocked.
In her mind Erika was strangely relieved, from the moment she discovered that Mikael and the Säpo agent were involved she knew that her relationship with Mikael would take a break.
Erika Berger felt guilty; she had ruined her best friend's marriage and indirectly his relationship with Pernilla, his daughter. That is why she had decided to keep her distance from Mikael. He deserved to be happy and this new relationship had the potential to become something solid. In her eyes Monica could be "the one" for Mikael.
Erika politely asked: "What happened?" she attentively waited for a response.
Mikael decided to come clean, "Lisbeth Salander happened"
Erika was confused and her face clearly expressed her feelings. Mikael told her everything. He left no detail unexplained, he told her about his meeting with Salander, the dinner and what happened later.
"So you are saying that you have feelings for Lisbeth." Erika was trying to get the whole picture. She wanted Mikael to confirm this statement. Until know she knew the sequence of events that lead to break up but she wanted assurance that Mikael understood the implications of his tale.
"Yes, I believe I am in love with Sally" Mikael answered honestly. If there was someone he could not lie to it was Erika.
Erika felt the ground shaking, Mikael had recognized and accepted his feelings. Apparently the insightful Monica Figuerola helped him come to this realization. She experienced something similar to what Monica felt the night before. She knew too, and her instincts told her that it was just a matter of time before Mikael Blomkvist would stop being her lover, he would become another friend.
"I know it sounds cliché but I have to ask, what do you plan to do?" She wanted confirmation; she wanted him to tell her that he would pursue something with Salander.
"I don't know, I'm not ready to tell Sally yet, I don't even know how she will react to a fool who is in love with her"
It was true; Mikael had no idea as to how approach his Sally. She would surely reject him if he just blurted out a love confession. He could clearly see her face and the sneer that she would have. It was almost funny to think about it.
"Well Mikael, what can I say, it is your choice and she would be crazy not to get involved with you" Erika meant every word, she had her chance and she wasted it. It was time for Mikael to be happy and this time Erika was determined to not interfere.
Mikael left the editor in chief's office without any advice but he felt lighter. He greeted some employees on his way to his office. He turned on his laptop and saw that the wasp had left him a message. He immediately read the message and started a conversation with Sally.
It was set, he would be at her apartment by 8:00 PM. They would go to a Greek place for food.
Mikael arrived to Lisbeth's apartment at 7:50 PM. He was early; he knocked to door and was greeted by a half- dressed Lisbeth. She was dressed in her usual black jeans and had a black bra on.
He tried not to look but he failed completely, they were different. She had done something.
Lisbeth was nervous; she noticed Mikael was staring at her chest. It was the first time he saw her chest after the breast augmentation. She felt a little insecure. Would he like them? What was she thinking, it didn't matter he had Monica Figuerola and Erika Berger to look at, both blond, big breasted and perfect for him.
She cleared her throat; Mikael raised his eyes to her face and blushed a little.
"Well now that you have seen them, would you let me finish dress?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, I was just..." he stammered. "just go put on something", Mikael was embarrassed.
Lisbeth went into the bedroom; Mikael noticed that she had not bothered to furnish any other room. The apartment did not feel like Sally's at all.
Lisbeth who was ready to go interrupted Mikael's musings.
"Kalle, I'm ready". How he hated that nickname but Lisbeth Salander was intent in its use for him.
He protested, "Please don't call me that, Pippi." She just shrugged her shoulders and walked ahead of him.
They walked to Sammi's Cauldron. It was a cold night they huddled against each other. The close touching did not feel strange, just as the earlier encounter seemed natural. They knew each other; they were friends. Lisbeth Salander did not do small talk or liked other people at first sight but there was something about Mikael Blomkvist that attracted her. Later he had proved to be a loyal and trustworthy friend.
When they got to the restaurant, the waiter kept looking at Lisbeth, she was used to the curious looks of other people. She had multiple rings in her face and her make up was not exactly conventional.
This time it was different though, the waiter had a look of recognition in his face. He knew who she was; her tragic life had been exposed last summer when her trial started.
Mikael drew attention aways from Sally by ordering his food. Lisbeth ordered the same.
They ate dinner and chatted about the waiter incident. Mikael was sure that by the end of the Holydays her life would go back to normal. Lisbeth tried to look unaffected but Mikael knew that his Sally wanted peace.
After consuming the food and some drinks Mikael took Lisbeth back to her place.
They were a little drunk, Mikael was happy; Sally and him were giggling and remembering their days in his cabin.
Mikael had his arms around her and she in turn was hugging him as they walked side by side.
Lisbeth threw caution to the wind. Hell, she was happy, her carefree attitude might be caused by intoxication but she would not overanalyze the situation at hand.
For once in many years she would be impulsive and invite Kalle Blomkvist back to her apartment. She would have him once again, even if it was just one more time.
Lisbeth breathed deeply, she could smell his cologne; it just served to strengthen her resolve. She would fuck Kalle tonight.