A/N: This is my first fic. I've written a lot in my head but this is the first that actually made it to MS Word. I was kind of surprised there weren't any stories that picked up on what happened in "Friendy Fire" between Fi's dress hitting the floor and Michael stepping out on the balcony in a robe. This is my take on it, really it's just complete smut so consider yourself warned!

I would dearly love to own these characters, but I don't.

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"Like I said, I'm not dead yet."

She looked into his eyes, not sure she understood. He sensed her uncertainty, pulling her close for a tender kiss. Her hands tentatively encircled his waist.

She returned his kiss, still not sure of his intentions. Had he really planned this? It had only been a few days since she had complained about wasted hotel rooms. She never dreamed he'd respond like this. Since their reunion in Miami sex had taken place between them on a precious few occasions, but always after a fight or when one feared they had lost the other. It was never planned.

And it was especially never planned by him. In the history of their relationship, Michael had never planned a night of sex. Fiona had, back in Ireland. But this—this was completely new for them.

She pulled away from his kiss for just a second. "Michael," she said before brushing her lips against his again. "I know, Fi," he said, his lips never leaving hers. She pulled him closer, the feel of his hardening erection against her thigh affirming his intentions.

His tongue brushed her lips, gently tracing their contours. She met the tip of his tongue with her own, and heard Michael's breath catch in his throat as they touched. She smiled at the sensation, giggling into the deepening kiss and parting her teeth to allow him access.

She expected him to deepen the urgency of the kiss, but he continued his gentle massage of her mouth, their tongues sensually exploring each other. They had all night and into the morning, and he intended to use every minute of it. He brought his hands to her neck, gently caressing her cheeks as he continued his slow, long, soft kisses.

He turned her towards the bed as her hands made their way to his waistband. She pulled his shirt out of his pants, her hands like fire when they brushed against his bare skin. She allowed one finger to slip below the elastic of his boxers and he bucked his hips into her at the sensation. Smiling once again into their kisses, she ran her hands up the back of his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it on the floor next to her dress.

She pressed her bare breasts against his chest as he ran his hand from her shoulder down her arm and back up her side, stopping just short of her left breast. "No fair teasing," she pouted between kisses, and pressed herself tighter to him. "Just wait," he said as his tongue gently brushed her neck. She shivered at the sensation.

Her hands worked at his belt buckle as his fingers gently cupped her breast. He kissed her again, rolling her hardening nipple between his fingers. She opened his belt, discarding it on the floor with the rest of their clothes, and reached down to cup his hardened cock through his pants. He again thrust towards her, squeezing her breast and calling out her name. "Just wait," she teased, unbuttoning his pants and making quick work of them.

The two of them stood for a few seconds, naked except for her thong and his boxers, looking into each other's eyes, her hands moving to his neck and his to her waist. They had a history and they loved each other, though neither would ever speak the words. They were, as each had said, "so not good at that." But they each knew how the other felt and they wouldn't have it any other way.

He gently laid her on the bed, peeling off her shoes and then brushing the hair from her face. He kissed the scar on her arm, an angry reminder of how he had almost lost her. His eyes flashed with the terror he had felt the day she had been taken. Fiona reached for him, pulling him down for a desperately passionate kiss. "I'm still here, Michael," she reminded him. His hands began to explore her body as she reached for his boxers, which quickly joined the rest of their clothing on the floor.

He leaned down to kiss her again, content to feel her next to him, not feeling the need to rush anything. He wanted her and she wanted him and they both wanted it to last. Fiona let her hands wander down his body, teasing his nipples in the way she knew he loved. She continued her way down his sides, tracing random patterns all along his tanned, toned frame. He relished her touch, bringing himself closer to her side.

Michael's breath quickened as Fiona's small hands traveled from his hips to his penis. He was already so hard for her as she gently stroked him. He kissed her deeply on the mouth before moving to her jawline as she continued stroking him. She knew just how to drive him wild, her hands gently encircling his shaft, then barely touching him as her fingers swirled around his swollen tip. She knew his body better than he knew it himself, and she smiled as she felt him pulse in her hands. She lightened her grip and smiled as her eyes met his.

His mouth worked its way down her soft skin, peppering her with kisses along her neck, shoulders, collarbone, between her breasts. Michael took one hard nipple in his mouth, his fingers caressing the other as Fiona arched her back into his touch. He teased her nipple with his tongue, alternating from left to right. He smiled as he heard her begin to moan under his touch.

Fiona ran her hands up Michael's back, lightly scratching with her fingernails, trying to pull him closer to her. He continued teasing, sucking, and nipping at her breasts as his hand made its way down her body. His touch gave her goose bumps as his fingertips grazed her stomach, working his way down to her hips. He paused on her thigh, tickling her as he intensified his mouth's efforts on her breasts. She giggled and moaned all at the same time.

He could barely wait any longer, but he forced himself to maintain his slow pace as he ran his thumb under the waistband of her thong, his fingers stretching to caress her through the thin fabric between her legs. She was already dripping wet for him, and as always when it came to Fiona, Michael found himself reaching new heights of excitement. She was moaning and writhing under him and he knew he had to have her soon.

Her thong hit the floor before she even realized he was taking it off of her and she felt him moving on top of her. His erection, as hard as she had ever felt it, pressed against her thigh as he kissed her once again, his fingers still playing between her legs. He teased but stopped short of entering her, and he could tell she was growing frustrated as he intensified his kisses, their tongues urgently mingling with one another.

He smiled as her hips lifted ever so slightly, trying to draw him inside. "Patience, Fi," he teased, to which she replied, "Michael, please." "Please what, Fi?" he asked, and at that second he slipped his middle finger inside her, his thumb caressing her clit at the same time. He could tell she was getting close as she writhed under him, repeatedly moaning, "Oh, Michael, yes." He pulled back to watch her face as she reached for him. He knew her body better than she did, and when he felt the first pulses of her orgasm he expertly slipped another finger inside her, continuing to massage her clit with his thumb. He smiled as her moans became quicker and more heated, quickening the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of her.

Just as she thought she couldn't stand anymore, he stroked her one more time and she came harder than she had since their time in Ireland. She screamed his name as he felt her pulse around him, and he stroked her face, smoothing her sweat-soaked hair away as she clung to his upper arms. When he felt her last pulse, he quickly curled his fingers up, caressing her g-spot as he continued stroking her clit. She came again, faster and harder than she could ever imagine. As her screams died down she looked into his eyes.

"Michael, please," she said, and he asked what she wanted. "I want to make you cum," she replied, reaching between his legs as he moved from her side to bring his body fully over hers. Her touches were gentle and caressing as she looked into his eyes. Her hands left his shaft to trace small circles over his tip once again, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer. She pulled him down against her, wrapping her hands around his back and kissing him with all the passion she felt for him.

His tongue probed her mouth, showing her what was yet to come when he entered her. She shifted her hips, grinding into him, and he groaned with the pleasure of her body against his. The tip of his erection touched her wet entrance as she opened her legs, and they moaned into each other's mouths at the sensation.

"Don't move, Fi," he instructed. "But Michael, I can't wait much longer," she replied.

She continued rocking her hips against him, bending her legs and trying to draw him deep inside her. And still he held back, gently brushing his swollen cock against her clit, coming ever so close to entering her but not giving in to his desire yet. He relished in the tension of the anticipation. They both knew it was going to feel so, so good, and they wanted it to last as long as possible.

With every touch of his tip against her they shuddered together. He called her name and waited for her to open her eyes. When she did he looked deep into them and gently eased inside her, stopping only when he could go no further. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, relishing the feel of him. He filled her like no other man could, and she gently lifted her hips to try to draw him in even deeper.

He slowly drew back, feeling her starting to tense around him. "You're so hot, Fi," he said against her mouth as his lips caressed her once more. "Harder, Michael," she begged. He smiled and replied, "Not just yet, not just yet." They rocked together a little longer, as Michael slipped fully into her, grinding against her to brush her clit then pulling back before she reached another orgasm. He pulled almost fully out and barely entered her again, quickly pulling almost fully out again. She looked into his eyes as he rested with just his tip inside her again, and she smiled as he shifted his weight from his elbows to his hands. Fiona knew Michael so well that she knew he was about to quicken the pace.

"What do you want Fi?" he asked as he saw her smile. "Fuck me hard, Michael," she replied, knowing that was what he wanted too. "Do you want to cum again?" he asked as he slammed into her. She tried to reply, but all that came out was a high-pitched moan of pleasure. He smiled at the knowledge that he was fast driving her over the edge again, and pulled all the way out before slamming back into her, giving her what she asked for. He continued his rhythm, fast, hard, and strong, until he felt her start to pulse around him. "Look at me, Fi," he said, and she complied.

Fiona's orgasm washed over her again. Michael felt her shudder and pulse under and around him, and waited a few seconds before resuming his frantic pace. He was very close himself and didn't want to waste another second. They still had all night, and he planned to spend every minute naked with Fiona next to, on top of, or under him.

Michael's pace quickened as Fiona writhed under him; her hips rising to meet his and rocking back and forth in the way she knew drove him wild. It was her turn to smile as she saw the telltale look in Michael's eyes that meant his own orgasm was very close at hand. "You like that Michael?" she asked as she rotated her hips one last time. His reply was lost in their screams as he made one last deep plunge into her, hitting her g-spot and clit simultaneously and cumming inside her as she pulsed around him one more time.

He rolled her over on top of him, still inside her, as their breathing stilled. He kissed her eyelids as she recovered from her own orgasm, and she pouted as his erection slid out of her. "There will be more Fi," he promised. "I know, Michael," she replied.

She was his, and he was hers, and even if they never said the words, they both knew it. There were still hours until morning and Gilroy's call, and they spent those hours wrapped around each other, joining together hard and fast, followed by long, slow, sweet caresses.

And when the phone call woke him and he slipped outside to take it, she went after him. And unlike the past, he followed her back inside.