24 Fic: A Lot-tle Bit Crazy 1/1 (Tony/Michelle)
Title: A Lot-tle Bit Crazy
Fandom: 24
Characters: Michelle Dessler/Tony Almeida
Prompt: #045. Moon.
Word Count: 650
Rating: Strong R, for lovin'
Summary: Her mother always said the full moon made you do crazy things.
Author's Notes: I quite literally started this 10 minutes before I fell asleep last night. Thankfully I was able to finish it today.
Her mother always said the full moon made you do crazy things.
Maybe the full moon would explain what had possessed her to follow him up to the roof in the first place. Maybe the full moon would explain where she’d found the courage to touch his back and ask if he was going to be okay. It had been a tough day, and she’d watched his jaw grow more and more tense as the hours stretched on. It would make sense that she’d check on him after the final blowout with Mason, even if they hadn’t said more than a few words to each other in hours.
She just wondered if the full moon could explain why, instead of leaving when he gruffly murmured he was fine, she’d cupped his face, brushing her thumb against the stubble on his jaw, and kissed him like her life absolutely depended on it. What they did next had no explanation, really. Nothing logical, anyway.
The act itself was pretty self-explanatory. It may have been a while, but she knew what the clash of lips meant. When he lifted her against the railing and said lips slid down her neck and over her blouse, teasing her through the thin layers separating their skin, before drifting down her belly… there was no mistaking their intent. When said lips, tongue, and newly introduced fingers pulled her panties aside under her skirt and immediately touched her core, well unlike the last time she’d experienced it, they definitely knew what they were doing.
If she thought about it, the feel of him moving inside her wasn’t the crazy thing. Coming apart in his arms wasn’t the crazy thing. Hearing him chant her name into the hollow of her throat felt damn near natural - although given their previous conversation record, maybe it was still a little nuts.
So maybe having sex with Tony Almeida wasn’t nuts. God knows she’d wanted to since the second he greeted her. What was nuts was the railing under her back, and the way her hair had lost all battles with the wind. What was nuts was her skirt pushed up her hips and her legs around his waist on the CTU rooftop, where anyone could see if they opened a door and stepped about 18 inches to their left. Not to mention, she was sure they’d given the guys monitoring the cameras from the security desk a good show.
No, what was nuts was how she was going to go back downstairs on her wobbly legs and pretend her messy hair, flushed cheeks, and wrinkled clothing didn’t mean she’d just…
“Michelle,” he murmured, apparently not content to let her smooth her clothes down and square her shoulders in silence before leaving.
She turned halfway, trying to push the nervousness that had evaded her since stepping beside him. “Hmm?”
His lips were on hers again before she could really register that he’d moved closer. She felt his fingers delve into her hair, keeping her from going anywhere. Like she’d have anywhere else to be. Pulling him closer, she nodded. “Mhmm, I see your point.”
Tony’s lips curved against hers and she felt her heart flutter traitorously. Making him smile wasn’t an easy feat, yet she’d done it. Who knew all it would take would be sex?
“Dinner?” he asked quietly, flicking his tongue over her lip. Her dumb nod was all she could manage.
“Sounds good.” At least she managed to kiss him again, hard, before pulling away. “See you after work.”
She didn’t look back on her way to the door. She didn’t need to, she knew his eyes were on her.
The full moon made her do it. That was the only answer. He’d looked too delicious and vulnerable to resist and she’d just given in. So really, if that was what insanity looked like, she wanted to be committed. Immediately.
Fandom: 24
Characters: Michelle Dessler/Tony Almeida
Prompt: #045. Moon.
Word Count: 650
Rating: Strong R, for lovin'
Summary: Her mother always said the full moon made you do crazy things.
Author's Notes: I quite literally started this 10 minutes before I fell asleep last night. Thankfully I was able to finish it today.
Her mother always said the full moon made you do crazy things.
Maybe the full moon would explain what had possessed her to follow him up to the roof in the first place. Maybe the full moon would explain where she’d found the courage to touch his back and ask if he was going to be okay. It had been a tough day, and she’d watched his jaw grow more and more tense as the hours stretched on. It would make sense that she’d check on him after the final blowout with Mason, even if they hadn’t said more than a few words to each other in hours.
She just wondered if the full moon could explain why, instead of leaving when he gruffly murmured he was fine, she’d cupped his face, brushing her thumb against the stubble on his jaw, and kissed him like her life absolutely depended on it. What they did next had no explanation, really. Nothing logical, anyway.
The act itself was pretty self-explanatory. It may have been a while, but she knew what the clash of lips meant. When he lifted her against the railing and said lips slid down her neck and over her blouse, teasing her through the thin layers separating their skin, before drifting down her belly… there was no mistaking their intent. When said lips, tongue, and newly introduced fingers pulled her panties aside under her skirt and immediately touched her core, well unlike the last time she’d experienced it, they definitely knew what they were doing.
If she thought about it, the feel of him moving inside her wasn’t the crazy thing. Coming apart in his arms wasn’t the crazy thing. Hearing him chant her name into the hollow of her throat felt damn near natural - although given their previous conversation record, maybe it was still a little nuts.
So maybe having sex with Tony Almeida wasn’t nuts. God knows she’d wanted to since the second he greeted her. What was nuts was the railing under her back, and the way her hair had lost all battles with the wind. What was nuts was her skirt pushed up her hips and her legs around his waist on the CTU rooftop, where anyone could see if they opened a door and stepped about 18 inches to their left. Not to mention, she was sure they’d given the guys monitoring the cameras from the security desk a good show.
No, what was nuts was how she was going to go back downstairs on her wobbly legs and pretend her messy hair, flushed cheeks, and wrinkled clothing didn’t mean she’d just…
“Michelle,” he murmured, apparently not content to let her smooth her clothes down and square her shoulders in silence before leaving.
She turned halfway, trying to push the nervousness that had evaded her since stepping beside him. “Hmm?”
His lips were on hers again before she could really register that he’d moved closer. She felt his fingers delve into her hair, keeping her from going anywhere. Like she’d have anywhere else to be. Pulling him closer, she nodded. “Mhmm, I see your point.”
Tony’s lips curved against hers and she felt her heart flutter traitorously. Making him smile wasn’t an easy feat, yet she’d done it. Who knew all it would take would be sex?
“Dinner?” he asked quietly, flicking his tongue over her lip. Her dumb nod was all she could manage.
“Sounds good.” At least she managed to kiss him again, hard, before pulling away. “See you after work.”
She didn’t look back on her way to the door. She didn’t need to, she knew his eyes were on her.
The full moon made her do it. That was the only answer. He’d looked too delicious and vulnerable to resist and she’d just given in. So really, if that was what insanity looked like, she wanted to be committed. Immediately.