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Nobody Does it Better by anonymous_sibyl (PG13)
Title: Nobody Does it Better
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
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anonymous_sibyl
Author Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read: The relationship between Fiona and Michael is one of the most complex and interesting, not to mention entertaining, on the show. Fiona is devoted to Michael, often despite himself, but she has her ways of keeping him in line.
Author's Summary: A good spy learns from his mistakes.
Excerpt: When Fiona smiled after that last fight and said “one more for the road, Michael?” I thought she meant sex. I meant sex. We always meant sex. Every fight, every celebration, Fiona and I ended them all with sex. Usually began them that way, too. So I said yes, then headed for the shower to wash off the blood and grime from the last forty-eight hours. Only half of it came from the fight I’d been in before coming back to the hotel we were calling home this week. The rest was all Fiona.
Nobody Does it Better
Fandom: Burn Notice
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Author on LJ:
anonymous_sibyl Author Website: Her LJ
Why this must be read: The relationship between Fiona and Michael is one of the most complex and interesting, not to mention entertaining, on the show. Fiona is devoted to Michael, often despite himself, but she has her ways of keeping him in line.
Author's Summary: A good spy learns from his mistakes.
Excerpt: When Fiona smiled after that last fight and said “one more for the road, Michael?” I thought she meant sex. I meant sex. We always meant sex. Every fight, every celebration, Fiona and I ended them all with sex. Usually began them that way, too. So I said yes, then headed for the shower to wash off the blood and grime from the last forty-eight hours. Only half of it came from the fight I’d been in before coming back to the hotel we were calling home this week. The rest was all Fiona.
Nobody Does it Better