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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-08-01 10:06 pm
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Michael/Fiona - Losses and Gains
Fandom: Burn Notice
Title: Losses and Gains
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
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kissbingo Prompt: Body: Wrist
Content Warning: Spoilers for 408: Where There’s Smoke.
Summary: Michael was a spy and Fiona was his compass.
Author’s Note: I’ve never really written Michael/Fi before, from any angle, so bear with me.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to Matt Nix and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Michael was a spy.
Spies weren’t supposed to be the best people in the world. They were deceitful, manipulative, and often times criminal. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, balancing the fine line between who he thought he was and who he could become if he let himself go too far. It was also always a lot easier when there was no one he cared about in the picture. When they weren’t people he knew, he could detach, keep himself from getting close and not care if things didn’t go picture perfectly. They weren’t his friends he was worried about.
Miami made things harder. There was Fi, and Sam and his mom and all these people that he had built up for himself as friends and more. When it came to him being the person he didn’t want to be, the person that he needed to be in order to deal with Management, Vaughn and manipulating Jesse, he couldn’t. The people around him, especially Fiona, expected more from him. It was as though he was being torn in two separate directions, but he was doing what needed to be done. It was for the greater good.
That didn’t change, however, that Fiona was his compass.
She was the one to tell him when he was going too far. She reminded him of where the limits were and kept him feeling human, even when that was the last thing in the world he wanted or needed to be. It was why he couldn’t be without her, even when they wanted to kill each other. Especially when they wanted to kill each other. That meant that whoever was idiot enough to kidnap her was going to be on the end of a whole lot of pain from Michael Westen.
Even if he knew that she could take care of herself.
His lips brushed against her wrist as he moved over her, before leaning into kiss her again, just soaking in the feeling of her being pressed against him again. He knew he was going to have to go soon, to rob the bank with Jesse, but he didn’t want to leave her either. It was one of those moments where if he turned his head she would disappear again, and that couldn’t happen. He just wanted to stay with her for as long as he could.
“You should go,” she murmured softly as she broke the kiss. “Jesse’s waiting.”
He murmured slightly under his breath, trailing kisses along her jaw line. “Jesse can wait.” And he could. Fiona doesn’t almost get herself killed every day. While he knew the importance of the heist, and that the longer they waited, the more of a chance they had of the bad guys getting it, he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to just stay there, with her and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. That he wasn’t a spy, he was just a guy with his girl and all the time in the world.
“Michael,” she said softly, pulling back so that he was looking at her. “Go. I’ll be here when you get back.” He sighed before pulling away, brushing one last kiss to her forehead.
“You better be.”
Title: Losses and Gains
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Michael Westen/Fiona Glenanne
kissbingo Prompt: Body: WristContent Warning: Spoilers for 408: Where There’s Smoke.
Summary: Michael was a spy and Fiona was his compass.
Author’s Note: I’ve never really written Michael/Fi before, from any angle, so bear with me.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to Matt Nix and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Michael was a spy.
Spies weren’t supposed to be the best people in the world. They were deceitful, manipulative, and often times criminal. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, balancing the fine line between who he thought he was and who he could become if he let himself go too far. It was also always a lot easier when there was no one he cared about in the picture. When they weren’t people he knew, he could detach, keep himself from getting close and not care if things didn’t go picture perfectly. They weren’t his friends he was worried about.
Miami made things harder. There was Fi, and Sam and his mom and all these people that he had built up for himself as friends and more. When it came to him being the person he didn’t want to be, the person that he needed to be in order to deal with Management, Vaughn and manipulating Jesse, he couldn’t. The people around him, especially Fiona, expected more from him. It was as though he was being torn in two separate directions, but he was doing what needed to be done. It was for the greater good.
That didn’t change, however, that Fiona was his compass.
She was the one to tell him when he was going too far. She reminded him of where the limits were and kept him feeling human, even when that was the last thing in the world he wanted or needed to be. It was why he couldn’t be without her, even when they wanted to kill each other. Especially when they wanted to kill each other. That meant that whoever was idiot enough to kidnap her was going to be on the end of a whole lot of pain from Michael Westen.
Even if he knew that she could take care of herself.
His lips brushed against her wrist as he moved over her, before leaning into kiss her again, just soaking in the feeling of her being pressed against him again. He knew he was going to have to go soon, to rob the bank with Jesse, but he didn’t want to leave her either. It was one of those moments where if he turned his head she would disappear again, and that couldn’t happen. He just wanted to stay with her for as long as he could.
“You should go,” she murmured softly as she broke the kiss. “Jesse’s waiting.”
He murmured slightly under his breath, trailing kisses along her jaw line. “Jesse can wait.” And he could. Fiona doesn’t almost get herself killed every day. While he knew the importance of the heist, and that the longer they waited, the more of a chance they had of the bad guys getting it, he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to just stay there, with her and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. That he wasn’t a spy, he was just a guy with his girl and all the time in the world.
“Michael,” she said softly, pulling back so that he was looking at her. “Go. I’ll be here when you get back.” He sighed before pulling away, brushing one last kiss to her forehead.
“You better be.”