FIC: Within Your Embrace (5/5)
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ficwizeTitle: Within Your Embrace (5/5)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wizefics
Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Michael/Fiona
Prompt: Written for the prompt 008 Hug at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10_fics and for stagesoflove Five Responses to a Situation (Author's Choice).
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None for this part.
Summary: Five times Michael hugged Fiona.
Disclaimer: I don't own Burn Notice. Also, I don't make money doing this.
A/N: These will all be drabbles.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
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Miami didn’t offer much to Michael Westen – only bad memories, skimpy outfits that made hiding weapons difficult (though Fiona always managed) and overpriced drinks. Still, he couldn't help but admire the sunset from where he stood on the ridiculous little balcony that jutted out from his apartment. For one blissful moment, everything was quiet except for the distant cry of gulls.
Fiona stood next to him, looping one around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. They waited side-by-side, silently, and watched as the sun lit the sky on fire; reds, oranges, and pinks, bleeding together into darkness.
Author:
wizeficsFandom: Burn Notice
Characters: Michael/Fiona
Prompt: Written for the prompt 008 Hug at
10_fics and for stagesoflove Five Responses to a Situation (Author's Choice). Rating: Teen
Warnings: None for this part.
Summary: Five times Michael hugged Fiona.
Disclaimer: I don't own Burn Notice. Also, I don't make money doing this.
A/N: These will all be drabbles.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
**************
Miami didn’t offer much to Michael Westen – only bad memories, skimpy outfits that made hiding weapons difficult (though Fiona always managed) and overpriced drinks. Still, he couldn't help but admire the sunset from where he stood on the ridiculous little balcony that jutted out from his apartment. For one blissful moment, everything was quiet except for the distant cry of gulls.
Fiona stood next to him, looping one around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. They waited side-by-side, silently, and watched as the sun lit the sky on fire; reds, oranges, and pinks, bleeding together into darkness.
