Update! This oneshot was inspired by that wonderful scene in Company Man, and could be seen as a followup of sorts. Enjoy!
Title: Red
Summary: There's something about the color red.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Fiona/Michael
Word Count: 182
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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26) Red
There's something about the color red that Michael Westen loved. Especially when it's something that Fiona Glenanne was wearing.
"Do you like it?" She did a little twirl, and his heart stopped.
He had ruined her two thousand dollar gown in an effort to save their lives, and she had been surprisingly irritated with him over that. Then she mentioned something about a tailor, but he never guessed that it would turn out anything like this.
The dress came midway down her thigh, showing off her shapely legs (he always said she was all legs) and sending a pleasurable kick straight to his groin. God, she was beautiful.
"Michael?"
He slowly got to his feet. "I'm thinking…" His feet carried him over to her, and he ran a finger lightly over the material of the dress. "I'm thinking I should destroy your dresses more often."
She tried to scowl, but the look in his eyes was dazzling. "Don't you dare…"
His hand came up and gently tugged the shoulder strap down. Then he nuzzled her neck.
Yes, he loved the color red.
The End.
A/N: Hehehe. Michael would tear up her dresses. LOL. Thanks for reading, and please review!