A/N My smut muse is back! I hope you enjoy this! More chapters to come (if you want them!)

Michael awoke holding Fiona in his arms. Her head resting against his forehead. He always got up earlier than her, often enjoying watching Fiona slowly wake up as he had yogurt or read the paper. This morning he did not rise from the bed but instead he began let his right hand trace lazy patterns slowly on her back. Fiona sighed contentedly and began to smile. Michael started to kiss Fiona's neck, causing her sighs to become soft moans. As she woke up her moans became louder and deeper. His kisses became harder and he nipped at her neck. Fiona, enjoying the attention, began to run her fingers through Michael's black hair. When he let his tongue run along her jawline and under her ear lobe, she gasped and grabbed a fistful of Michael's hair.

Pulling away, Fiona whimpered and gave Michael a pout. Michael said in a teasing tone "Are you awake?"

"I am, but you stopped kissing me!" she exclaimed still pouting.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you like that?"

Fiona, pushing Michael on his back and straddling him, said "You woke me up! " Leaning down she kissed the scar on his forehead and cheek before slowly tracing his lips with her tongue.

"I didn't even get a proper 'good morning kiss' from you." she mumbled as she slowly brushed her lips against his. His breathing was increasing as he planted his hands in her hair as she teased him by lingering over his lips but never indulging him in a kiss. She said "Are you going to give me my kiss or make me wait?"

Michael smiled and pulled Fiona into a long, slow, deep kiss. Their tongues dancing around each others, while both Michael and Fiona's hands began to grab at one another more frantically. Michael sat up and pulled off the tank top Fiona had worn to bed and took her breasts in his hands and he kneaded them, working her nipples into stiff peaks. He briefly bit her nipple and released it causing Fiona to swear. Looking up, he asked with a crooked smile "Should I continue or maybe we should just start our day?"

Fiona raised Michael's arms and pulled off his t-shirt. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him roughly. "If you don't continue, I will be a most unhappy and unbearable woman to live with."

Smiling, he responded "Guess I better continue if I want to live happily." Michael ran his fingers down the center of Fiona's torso. He kissed her clavicle as his hands played with Fiona's breasts. All of a sudden he stopped and looked at her and said "You know, the only thing I want to do is make you happy."

Seeing the darkness and intensity in Michel's eyes, Fiona kissed Michael on the bridge of his nose and said in a quiet hushed tone, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear her "I know and you do. You are my happiness. You have no idea how happy I am being with you." She was surprised at how fast he changed gears on her. When he didn't continue and seemed lost in his own thoughts, she told him "Come back to me."

Realizing that he had a gorgeous woman who loved and wanted nothing more than to be by his side overwhelmed him. Coming back into reality, Michael gathered Fiona in his arms and gently laid her down on the bed. He leaned over her and kissed her as his hands roamed her body, causing Fiona to gasp as his nails grazed her sensitive spots. He planted a trail of kisses down the center of her chest, this time making his way to the hem of her thong. Pulling her thong off, he ran his hands slowly up and down her long legs. She smiled and reached out for him and said "I'm lonely up here."

Michael responded by grinning and saying in a teasing tone "I would never want you to be lonely." He made his way back up to meet Fiona's lips in another passionate kiss. As they kissed, Fiona's fingers lightly scratched random patterns on Michael's sides, causing him to breathe more and more rapidly. When she reached the top of his pants, she gently slipped her hand inside and began to scrape her nails over Michael's already hardening cock. Fiona wrapped her hand around him and started to lightly run her hand along his length, causing Michael to buck his hips.

"Michael, I think you have a wee bit too many clothes on. Maybe you should take your pants off?" Fiona whispered into Michael's ear.

She rolled him over onto his back and slid his pants down, throwing them behind her, towards the center of the loft. Once his pants were off, she bit her lower lip and tucked her hair behind her ears, relishing the sight of a full erect Michael in front of her. She leaned over and took his already engorged member into her mouth. As soon as he entered her mouth, he groaned "Fi...". He tried to find his release quickly by thrusting wildly, but Fiona took her hands and pinned his hips so she could set the pace.

Fiona looked up at him and said "Settle down." She could hear him swallow hard as he laced his fingers through her hair and tried to control himself. Fiona smiled to herself as she moved her right hand to his balls, tugging and squeezing them, causing Michael to inhale and say in a loud voice "Oh Jesus!" Just as Michael was about to lose the battle with self-control and explode in Fiona's mouth, he stilled her motions and pulled her back up to him. As she hovered over him, her hair fell around his head, almost like a curtain blocking the outside world. He always loved when her hair fell all around him. It made him feel like they were the only two people in the world. As he looked into her eyes, he saw everything he had ever wanted in his world. He saw hope, safety, acceptance and unconditional love.

Maneuvering Fiona onto her back, Michael gently cupped her face with his hand and started to say "I..." but the rest of the words got caught in his throat.

As he leaned in for a kiss, Fiona noticed that his face darkened again and his lips formed a frown. She placed a hand on his chest and said "It's ok. I love you too." His breathing intensified as Fiona wrapped on hand around his neck and into his hair and moved her other hand to the small of his back, pressing herself into him as their kisses intensified.

"I want to watch you cum." Michael said as he broke the kiss and made his way down to Fiona's hot core. He began to kiss and lick her folds, causing her to swear in Irish. As he swirled his tongue around her nub, she arched her back and grabbed the sheets beneath her with both hands. When he inserted one finger, then two, she gyrated wildly. Michael angled himself so he could pleasure her with his hands and watch her reach her point of no return. He pumped his fingers slowly at first, picking up speed as her moans turned into unintelligible words. As she neared her release, Michael continued pleasuring her with his one hand as he crawled up to her breasts and sucked on her hardened nipples. When he began to alternate between biting them and gently grazing his teeth on them, she began to grind fast and hard against his hand.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" Fiona screamed. With one final movement of his hand, Michael smiled as he watched Fiona orgasm. He loved watching her, seeing her face turn from extreme anguish to absolutely relaxed and happy.

He laid down next to Fiona and held her close as her breathing returned to normal. She tried to move as she wanted to make him feel as good as she did right at that very moment, but Michael held her tighter in his arms. Kissing the hair above her ear, he whispered "Later. Let's rest." His naturally warm body temperature combined with her post sex haze, caused Fiona to close her eyes and fall asleep quickly.

A few hours later, Fiona woke up alone in bed. She heard Michael in the bathroom shaving, so she went in there to keep him company. "You should have woken me up!"

Cleaning off his razor, Michael said "You looked so peaceful and you needed the rest." Michael wrapped his arms around Fiona, who was still naked, and kissed her forehead. Letting go of her, he moved around her so he could turn on the shower. Before he could reach for the knobs, Fiona dropped to her knees and pulled Michael's pants down. She took him into her mouth and hungrily sucked on his cock, which became hard quickly.

"Fi..." Michael groaned as Fiona bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. He shut his eyes and tried to speak as she pleasured him. "We have..." Fiona gently dragged her teeth along him as she continued her activities. The sensation of her teeth on his length made him forget that he was even speaking. Looking down at Fiona on her knees before him drove him insane as he grabbed onto the shower curtain for support.

When Michael reached down with his right hand and played with her nipples, Fiona began to hum to herself. The vibrations were too much to bear as Michael tried keep his balance, but failed. He fell backwards, pulling down the shower curtain and rod with him. Fiona, who was still on her knees, gasped. "Michael, are you ok?"

Without saying a word, he lunged at her, kissing her with such a force their teeth collided and they fell backwards onto the cold hard floor. Michael spread Fiona's legs open and inserted his tip at her opening. He teased her by entering her just a tiny bit, but never fully going inside of her.

"What do you want Fiona?" Michael growled.

The fire in Michael's eyes and the forcefulness in his voice aroused Fiona greatly. She reached down and grabbed onto his ass, trying to make him go deeper. She never answered in words, instead making loud frustrated grunts.

He stopped moving and said again "Do you want me inside of you? Do you want me to slowly move in and out until we both explode and can't move from exhaustion?"

As Fiona tried to get Michael to move, he began to suck on her breasts, causing her to scream out "Please! Oh God!"

"Do you want me to fuck you Fi? Is that what you want?" Michael asked as he slowly entered into her wet center.

"Yes yes yes!" was all Fiona could say. Michael started slowly, but quickly picked up speed. Wrapping her arms and legs around him and biting his shoulder caused Michael to scream out her name over and over as he gave her everything inside of him. As soon as she felt him reach his end, Fiona joined him and screamed his name in return. Michael collapsed on top of Fiona, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Once their breathing returned to normal, he looked at Fiona and gave her a chaste kiss. They smiled at one another and exchanged small kisses, while still holding tight to one another.

Michael sat up, pulling Fiona into his lap. "I guess we need a new shower curtain and rod." he said, causing them both to laugh hysterically. Once they stopped laughing, she stood up and helped Michael to his feet.

"Why don't you shower and then I'll shower?"

Fiona grinned and asked coyly, "Why don't we shower together? I wash your back, you wash mine. It could be fun."

Michael smiled as he picked up the shower curtain. "If we both shower together, who will hold up the shower curtain? Anyway, if I shower with you, we will get nothing accomplished today."

"Yes, but just think about how good you will feel." Fiona said in a husky tone as she ran her finger down Michael's bare, sweaty chiseled chest.

He gave her a soft, gentle kiss that made her sigh into his mouth. He pulled away and said "We have the rest of the day to make one another feel good. Will you please shower so we can go shopping?"

"Shopping? That's my favorite word Michael!"

As she turned on the water, Michael said loudly "Not shoe shopping Fiona!" He smiled as he heard the love of his life giggle at his response to her. Even though the he and the floor were getting wet, he didn't care because Fiona was happy.