fic : incendiary (burn notice, michael/fiona, r)
haelTitle: Incendiary
Author:
wildalyss
Rating: R (language / sexual situations)
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Word Count: 224
Prompt: incendiary (to set something on fire)
Written For:
meredith44
Summary: You find out real fast the surveillance doesn't always have to be boring.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Burn Notice'.
Surveillance gets boring fast. Especially when you become tired of the static on the television screen, the size of your apartment and bourbon on the nightstand. So when that spit fire brunette you've been watching for the past three weeks offers you a drink at the local bar and an invite back to her apartment you take it.
After all technically she's not the one you're after, it's her boss.
You knock on the door and find your self being grabbed and then slammed against the door as it closes. You react quickly and switch positions making sure it’s her against the door and not yourself. You can already tell she likes to be in charge (not to mention she doesn’t like being told what to do).
Her lips taste like dynamite which isn’t surprising with the amount of explosive chemicals she works with. Pretty soon her hands are heading south and all coherent thoughts her and her hands fly out the window.
When you finally make it into the bedroom, you’ve fucked multiple times against every surface you could find. The bed isn’t for fucking though it’s for sleep because no matter how hard they trained you for becoming a spy they never trained you for Fiona Glenanne. And even though you hate to admit, your time with her - it wears you out.
Author:
wildalyss
Rating: R (language / sexual situations)
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Word Count: 224
Prompt: incendiary (to set something on fire)
Written For:
meredith44
Summary: You find out real fast the surveillance doesn't always have to be boring.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Burn Notice'.
Surveillance gets boring fast. Especially when you become tired of the static on the television screen, the size of your apartment and bourbon on the nightstand. So when that spit fire brunette you've been watching for the past three weeks offers you a drink at the local bar and an invite back to her apartment you take it.
After all technically she's not the one you're after, it's her boss.
You knock on the door and find your self being grabbed and then slammed against the door as it closes. You react quickly and switch positions making sure it’s her against the door and not yourself. You can already tell she likes to be in charge (not to mention she doesn’t like being told what to do).
Her lips taste like dynamite which isn’t surprising with the amount of explosive chemicals she works with. Pretty soon her hands are heading south and all coherent thoughts her and her hands fly out the window.
When you finally make it into the bedroom, you’ve fucked multiple times against every surface you could find. The bed isn’t for fucking though it’s for sleep because no matter how hard they trained you for becoming a spy they never trained you for Fiona Glenanne. And even though you hate to admit, your time with her - it wears you out.