Burn Notice fic: Sex and Guns Don't Mix (Michael/Fiona, PG)
This is none of the things I'm supposed to be writing. It's just one of those ficlets that sat in my brain and demanded that I write it, and I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on another fic 'til it was out. Pushy little bugger...
Title: Sex and Guns Don't Mix
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Hard Bargain
Author's notes: Just a short ficlet (triple drabble?) that takes place immediately after Hard Bargain (last night's episode). Written quickly, somewhat rough.
She looked at him sitting in front of her, neither of them speaking. He was smiling -- not with his mouth like normal people do, but with his eyes and that softening of expression that meant something from him. His present was a cool, heavy weight in her right hand, and that meant something, too.
He looked away first. He always did. She reached out with her left hand and touched his chin, drawing his eyes back to her. Then she leaned across the gap between them and kissed him. He returned it willingly, his mouth opening for hers, letting her tease his tongue with her own. She shifted closer, burying her fingers in his hair, her other arm coming up to curl around his neck.
He broke the kiss with a ghost of a chuckle. "Put down the gun, Fi," he murmured against her lips.
She raised her head and looked at the shining metal in her hand. "Do I have to?"
He brushed his mouth up her jawline, his breath warm on her skin. "Yes, Fi," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss just below her ear.
She shivered, closing her eyes. Abruptly she pulled herself upright, onto her knees. She switched the gun to her left hand and reached for the drawer he'd taken it out of. Her body pressed against his, her right arm going around his strong shoulders to keep her from falling over. From the way his hands slid down her sides to grip her waist, he didn't seem to mind the contact.
She laid the weapon in the drawer and pushed it shut again. Tossing her hair out of the way, she smiled down at him. "Better?"
"Much." There was an honest smile on his lips as he drew her in for another kiss. There weren't anymore interruptions.
Title: Sex and Guns Don't Mix
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Hard Bargain
Author's notes: Just a short ficlet (triple drabble?) that takes place immediately after Hard Bargain (last night's episode). Written quickly, somewhat rough.
She looked at him sitting in front of her, neither of them speaking. He was smiling -- not with his mouth like normal people do, but with his eyes and that softening of expression that meant something from him. His present was a cool, heavy weight in her right hand, and that meant something, too.
He looked away first. He always did. She reached out with her left hand and touched his chin, drawing his eyes back to her. Then she leaned across the gap between them and kissed him. He returned it willingly, his mouth opening for hers, letting her tease his tongue with her own. She shifted closer, burying her fingers in his hair, her other arm coming up to curl around his neck.
He broke the kiss with a ghost of a chuckle. "Put down the gun, Fi," he murmured against her lips.
She raised her head and looked at the shining metal in her hand. "Do I have to?"
He brushed his mouth up her jawline, his breath warm on her skin. "Yes, Fi," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss just below her ear.
She shivered, closing her eyes. Abruptly she pulled herself upright, onto her knees. She switched the gun to her left hand and reached for the drawer he'd taken it out of. Her body pressed against his, her right arm going around his strong shoulders to keep her from falling over. From the way his hands slid down her sides to grip her waist, he didn't seem to mind the contact.
She laid the weapon in the drawer and pushed it shut again. Tossing her hair out of the way, she smiled down at him. "Better?"
"Much." There was an honest smile on his lips as he drew her in for another kiss. There weren't anymore interruptions.