LFN: When We Kiss
Title: When We Kiss
Series: One Line companion
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Character(s): Michael Samuelle, Elena Samuelle, Simone Samuelle
Prompt: 52 - fire
Length: 278 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Summary: There are too many women in his life
Notes: Written for fanfic100. My prompt table is here, and the timeline for the series is here.
When We Kiss
by Vashti
Michael looked down at the woman lying in his bed. The wrong woman. Always the wrong woman.
The mother of his child.
Who should that be?
He hadn’t wanted children. Hadn’t expected children. Yet here he was, awakened by his child kicking or punching or just pushing into his back.
Some time during the night he had rolled away from Elena, and some time afterward she had rolled toward him. She was become ungainly. She needed help daily. He couldn’t always be there. Didn’t want to be, but needed to. Needed to.
When he rolled away from Simone during the night, she rolled away, too. What would Madeline say about that?
There were too many women in his life.
What if he had a girl. Elena didn’t want to know, so they didn’t know. The mission specs didn’t call for a particular gender, just a grandchild for Salla Vacek-something to draw him out of hiding. Something to draw Michael further away from Simone.
Only one of the two objectives was working.
Michael knelt on the bed. Elena had stolen his pillow. She often slept with one now. It was only in his imagination that she was holding it so closely to seek comfort he didn’t want to know how to give. Her face was buried in the fabric. It amazed him that she could breath.
He brushed hair from her face and she flinched at his cold fingers. Simone had called him cold just that morning. Elena burned. She joked that carrying his child was like walking around with her own furnace. He could hear Walter now: “So that’s where all the fire went.”
[in]Fin[ite]
Series: One Line companion
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Character(s): Michael Samuelle, Elena Samuelle, Simone Samuelle
Prompt: 52 - fire
Length: 278 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Summary: There are too many women in his life
Notes: Written for fanfic100. My prompt table is here, and the timeline for the series is here.
When We Kiss
by Vashti
Michael looked down at the woman lying in his bed. The wrong woman. Always the wrong woman.
The mother of his child.
Who should that be?
He hadn’t wanted children. Hadn’t expected children. Yet here he was, awakened by his child kicking or punching or just pushing into his back.
Some time during the night he had rolled away from Elena, and some time afterward she had rolled toward him. She was become ungainly. She needed help daily. He couldn’t always be there. Didn’t want to be, but needed to. Needed to.
When he rolled away from Simone during the night, she rolled away, too. What would Madeline say about that?
There were too many women in his life.
What if he had a girl. Elena didn’t want to know, so they didn’t know. The mission specs didn’t call for a particular gender, just a grandchild for Salla Vacek-something to draw him out of hiding. Something to draw Michael further away from Simone.
Only one of the two objectives was working.
Michael knelt on the bed. Elena had stolen his pillow. She often slept with one now. It was only in his imagination that she was holding it so closely to seek comfort he didn’t want to know how to give. Her face was buried in the fabric. It amazed him that she could breath.
He brushed hair from her face and she flinched at his cold fingers. Simone had called him cold just that morning. Elena burned. She joked that carrying his child was like walking around with her own furnace. He could hear Walter now: “So that’s where all the fire went.”
[in]Fin[ite]