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Fandom Category: Burn Notice
Pairing: Fiona Glenanne/Michael Westen
Fic Title: The Better Part Of Valor
Author:
romanticalgirl
Link: http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/539161.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17.
Genre: PWP
WIP?: No.
Special Rec: 19 of 21
Why This Must Be Read: This is Michael remembering his time with Fiona in a very hands-on way.
Excerpt:
Their relationship wasn’t just dangerous, it was volatile and unpredictable. Nitroglycerine and hormones mixed together until they both had little choice but to slam into one another and combust. The first time landed both of them in a reasonable facsimile of a hospital, and every time after that has ended with muscles he didn’t know he had aching. For Christmas one year, she gave him a bottle of painkillers.
He laughs, the sound throaty and thick as he remembers her face, sinking down on her knees as she held the present up, taking him in her mouth as he opened it. He laughed then, though the sound was swallowed up by a groan as her hand had curled around his balls, squeezing them until his knees nearly gave out, the closest either of them will ever come to begging for mercy.
Pairing: Fiona Glenanne/Michael Westen
Fic Title: The Better Part Of Valor
Author:
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Link: http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/539161.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17.
Genre: PWP
WIP?: No.
Special Rec: 19 of 21
Why This Must Be Read: This is Michael remembering his time with Fiona in a very hands-on way.
Excerpt:
Their relationship wasn’t just dangerous, it was volatile and unpredictable. Nitroglycerine and hormones mixed together until they both had little choice but to slam into one another and combust. The first time landed both of them in a reasonable facsimile of a hospital, and every time after that has ended with muscles he didn’t know he had aching. For Christmas one year, she gave him a bottle of painkillers.
He laughs, the sound throaty and thick as he remembers her face, sinking down on her knees as she held the present up, taking him in her mouth as he opened it. He laughed then, though the sound was swallowed up by a groan as her hand had curled around his balls, squeezing them until his knees nearly gave out, the closest either of them will ever come to begging for mercy.