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My first Burn Notice story! I hope it's good...
Michael heard the door shut beneath his hands with a resounding bang. It echoed in his heart like the final nail. He'd driven around for hours – checking all her usual haunts – calling frantically every few minutes. Eventually he'd stopped leaving messages. There was nothing more to say. Not if she was gone.
"There you are." The simple sentence threatened to shatter his calm façade as his mind flared to life again. "You've got to get a land line in here." Turning slowly – not daring himself to hope – Michael looked at the source of the sound, and saw her. Her hair was down around her shoulders, uncharacteristically unkempt. "Poole rigged his place to burst into flames. No surprise, but I let my curiosity get away with me." As far as Michael could see she had no visible injuries, and he knew he should get a closer look, but part of him didn't want to spoil the illusion. If that's what she was.
While his heart and mind warred with the decision of what to do next, his body took matters into its own hands; dropping his keys in the general vicinity of the table before making his way over to her. "I waited for a burnout in one of the windows. Now I need a new cell phone." Her name pounded through him with every beat of his heart – every agonizingly slow step he took to reach her. His beautiful, lovely, whole Fiona.
When he'd come to within a breath of her, he stopped – frozen. He could only imagine what he looked like, for the color drained from her face as she understood. "Michael, you didn't think that…" Touching her face sent a jolt through him. She was real. She was really alive. His other hand ran down her hair, and they both moved along her skin to halt on her long neck. He gently rested his wet forehead against hers as he began to breathe again. Water dripped from him onto her face, and he wasn't sure all of it was rain. Without thinking, he leaned down and brushed her lips gently with his own. Breaking off to look in her eyes once more, he held her more tightly in his arms and kissed her again. She responded, grasping onto him – seemingly oblivious to the rain water that soaked through her clothes.
He wasn't sure how long it had been when she pulled away. Michael set his jaw, preparing himself for her departure. He'd gotten too close. She was sure to run away. He was shocked when she took him by the hand and pulled him over to the bed, pushing him down to sit with one strong arm. Michael stared at the floor as her footsteps moved away from him. He listened so intently for the door that he was startled to feel a dry towel run over his hair. The cloth obscured his vision, but he waited patiently for her to finish. Michael gasped as her knee brushed between his thighs. She moved around him, prying off his wet t-shirt as she went. Soon it was in a pool on the floor, and her soft hands ran the towel over his bare torso. When she had finished, she dropped the towel in his lap and stayed still and silent before him. Finally daring himself to look up at her, he noticed just how wet she had gotten from their embrace. He stood slowly, afraid that she would run like a spooked animal, but she didn't even take a step back. They stood toe to toe as he stared down at her again.
Michael ran the towel down over her face, and she closed her eyes, sighing softly. He continued down her neck, and stopped abruptly. Their gaze met, and he asked silent permission. She blinked in response. Running his hands along her waist, he grasped the hem of her shirt. He kept eye contact, still unsure if he was crossing the line. She nodded softly, raising her arms as he rid her of the damp blouse. Wrapping his arms around her, he began drying her back. She pressed against him, her hands making their way up the muscles of his back before clasping onto his shoulders. He leaned his head down to the crook of her neck, his nose gently brushing back her hair as his lips stroked her skin. The towel fell forgotten to the floor as they clung to each other – the symphony of raindrops against the windows the only sound as their lips met. The kiss became heated, and Michael lost himself in sensation, barely registering their movement as they fell back onto the mattress.
And outside, the rain continued to fall.
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