Title: Always Read the Fine Print
Fandom: Dr Quinn: Medicine Woman
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Michaela/Sully, Michaela/Hank
Summary: Based on one of the prompts from the kink meme - Hank getting Dr Mike to sign a contract with him, and Sully has to rescue her.



Hank had closed the saloon early, much to the annoyance of his regulars. He and Michaela sat at the table glaring at one another as Reverend Johnson tried to mediate between them.

“I’m afraid it looks legal enough, Dr Mike.” He looked apologetic.

“It can’t be! I had no idea what I was signing!”

The barkeep snorted. “That ain’t an excuse.”

“Hank, stay out of this!”

“How can I stay out of it? It’s my contract as well.”

“Which you tricked me into signing!”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“I’ve only got your word for it that you didn’t know what you were signing. Who knows, maybe you got bored of being a doctor.” He shot a glance at Sully, who was sitting glowering in the corner. “Or maybe you fancied a change in other areas as well, if you get my meaning.” He smirked, and she saw Sully tense up, his hands balling up into fists.

"Hank, if you don't tear that contract up this minute, I'll -"

"You'll do what, Michaela? Talk me to death?"

The Reverend groaned, resting his head in his hands for a moment before trying to diffuse the situation. “Hank, that’s enough. Whatever Dr Mike may or may not have signed, she’s still a respectable woman – not to mention a pillar of the community.”

Hank glanced over to Michaela, “They all start out respectable.” The look he gave her left no doubt as to what he was suggesting. She shivered.

After an hour, it was clear that the conversation was going to result in little more than a headache. Hank was enjoying the predicament far too much to back down, Sully looked dangerously close to starting a fight, and Reverend Johnson looked as though he was about to cry. Reluctantly, she agreed to come back to the saloon in the morning – by then, she reasoned, Hank would have gotten it out of his system and she could get back to her routine unmolested.

But no matter how much she reassured herself that night, sleep eluded her and Michaela found herself staring at the ceiling whilst all manner of wildly inappropriate thoughts filled her mind. Of course, she doubted that Hank would really go through with it. It was just more of his usual ridiculous macho posturing, another way to get under her skin. Still, she couldn’t shake off the image of herself in one of the rooms above the saloon, with a man’s lips brushing hers, his hand moving down to cup her breast through the flimsy fabric of her dress.

She gulped. The room felt terribly warm all of a sudden, She kicked back the blankets that had been tangled around her legs, and undid a few buttons on her nightdress. As her hand trailed across her clavicle, her mind wandered back to that room. The man wouldn’t be clean-shaven, she thought, his stubble would scratch her skin. But his mouth would be soft, even as he kissed her hungrily, his tongue flickering across her lips, demanding entrance as his thumb drew lazy circles around her nipple.

She let out a muffled whimper at the thought, and realized with horror that she’d been mimicking the actions on her own body. She breathed deeply, trying to low the pounding of her heart and the insistent throbbing ache between her legs, resisting the urge to bring her hand back to her breast and resume the light touches that made her squirm with illicit pleasure.

She felt her resolution crumbling, and scrambled out of bed to open the small window in the hope that the cool night air might soothe her. As she pulled the curtain back, she thought she caught a glimpse of movement in the woods, and Wolf's familiar bark. She wondered if Sully was feeling protective tonight, or if he made a habit of camping out near his old homestead these days. The thought of him sleeping so close by brought warmth back to her cheeks. Michaela knew it had been he with whom she had imagined herself in the saloon. It had been Sully’s hands caressing her, slipping between her thighs to tease and torment, his voice murmuring in her that she was beautiful, he wanted her so badly…

With shaking hands, she lit the lamp and picked up one of the medical journals lying on the floor by the bed, forcing herself to focus on the text and not on the erotic images swirling around her mind.

She bit her lip. It was going to be a long night.