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Title: Always Read the Fine Print
Chapter 3/?
Rating: NC-17
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.


The saloon was mercifully quiet when Michaela arrived the next morning.

The few regulars huddled around a table playing cards gave her a suspicious look as she walked in, but ignored her when it was clear she wasn’t about to cause a scene. One of Hank’s girls, a newer one whose called herself Flora because “it sounds better than Daisy” was cleaning glasses by the bar, and offered a sympathetic smile.

The man himself swaggered out from behind the bar, and looked her up and down, eyeing her figure blatantly, daring her to object.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere a little more private?” he grinned. She rolled her eyes,indicating that she wasn't in the mood for one of his games, and he shrugged. “Well, if you want everyone knowing your business…”

Unpleasant as it might be to be alone with him, Hank had a point - the fewer people who knew the situation she'd somehow found herself in, the better.

“Fine,” she sighed irritably, and reluctantly followed him upstairs, privately wondering if it was worth breaking the part of the Hippocratic Oath that instructed her to 'First, do no harm." She was fairly sure that Hippocrates had never had to put up with an over-sexed brothel owner when he came up with that.

He led her to one of the empty rooms, and she watched apprehensively as he closed the door and leant against it, preventing any chance of escape. He waved the contract at her with an insouciant grin that didn't meet his eyes, that glittered with a mix of mischief, lust and what was quite possibly unadulterated sin.

“According to this, you belong to me.”

“Hank, don’t you think this has gone far enough?” she said, with more bravado than she felt. He simply smiled, shaking his head, and moved towards her. She felt the back of her legs hit the bedframe as she edged away from him nervously. He caught her arm to steady her as she swayed, but in a flash she found herself with her back against the wall and his body closer to hers than it had ever been.

“I said you belong to me.”

She was too shocked to struggle. Even though her mind was telling her that she should stop him, her body stubbornly refused to obey, and within moments any chance she’d had of getting away had vanished. One hand gripped her wrist and the other and slipped around her waist, pulling her up against him. His breath was hot against her cheek as he murmured in her ear.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't tell me you've never thought about this."

If she’d thought about this at all – and she hadn’t, she reminded herself sternly– she would have expected him to be a little rougher. But he was barely touching her, just the ghost of his mouth caressing the skin of her neck as he held her tightly against him, close enough that she could feel the beginnings of his arousal.

Her skin tingled where his skin touched hers, as he lowered his mouth to hers she let out a breathy moan that surprised both of them.

She pushed him back weakly, trembling, appalled at what she had just done. Clearly, she thought, she should have just given into temptation last night and brought herself to the climax her body obviously needed – then at least she would at have had the self control to push Hank away instead of melting into his touch like some kind of brazen hussy, like one of his whores. Which, she realized, was exactly what she was.

"I think I've just stumbled on a goldmine," he grinned. "Half the town's gonna be lining up outside the Nugget when they hear the news. There's just something I need to check first."

He kissed her neck gently – to distract her, she realized a moment later when his hand pushed up her skirts. She let out a little squeak of surprise when she felt the palm of his hand caress her calf and move slowly upwards.

She shoved him away with as much force as she could muster given that her limbs had apparently turned to jelly, but didn’t fight him when he moved back.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she demanded in a shaky voice.

"I like to know exactly what I'm selling.” His fingertip trailed across her jawline as his other hand resumed its treacherous path up her leg. “Have ya been a good girl, Michaela?”

She stiffened as she realized what he was asking.

“How dare you!” she hissed, but her voice was shaky and lacked any of it’s usual authority.

“It’s a simple question, Michaela. All that time you spend with Sully, folks get to wondering. You’ve got him following you around like a puppy when he barely exchanged a word with any of us before you came to town. Whatever you did to bring him out of his shell, that’s something I want to see.”

“People really…?” She hadn’t believed that she could blush even harder, but she felt her cheeks crimson with embarrassment.

“Uh huh. You wouldn’t believe the speculation that goes on around here after a few drinks.” His hand splayed out to cover her breast, fingers teasing her nipples. “Late at night, when he comes to your clinic….you sure spend a lot of time in there with the blinds drawn. Where do you do it, Dr Mike? Do you go upstairs to the beds, or does he just take you over your desk?”

She moaned, louder this time because she’d spent so much time trying not to think about that, about the myriad possibilities that crowded her mind whenever they were alone together. Some things you learn from doing, he’d told her once, and in that moment she’d wanted him to teach her right then in the clinic, regardless of who might catch them.

“See, I knew you weren’t as prim and proper as you make out. Maybe those fancy Boston men just never did it for ya. Do you like ‘em a little rough around the edges, Michaela?”

She shook her head, even as she writhed against the hand moving up her leg, pushing her skirts aside.

“Sully hasn’t….I’ve never…”

“Really?” He smirked. “Well, we’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we? Get you all ready for your wedding night.”

The suggestion shouldn’t have sounded so erotic, should have appalled her, but the only words that made it out of her mouth were “Oh God…” She hoped he’d take it as a protest instead of a plea, but truthfully she wasn’t sure herself. All she could focus on was the proximity of his fingers to the place where she most needed to be touched, and as his fingers skimmed the inside of her thigh, she had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming with frustration. He chuckled.

“Always so impatient, Dr Mike. You’re taking things at my pace now.”

He left his hand where it was, barely above her knee, and resumed his assault on her neck, alternately biting and licking the sensitive skin. Her harsh breathing was the only sound in the room, uneven and ragged. She bit her lip to stop from crying out, and Hank chuckled.

“Some of the men in town just want you to shut up, Michaela. Me, I like you vocal. Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He pulled her a little closer to him, no longer holding her in place. His hand trailed down from her waist to cup her backside. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not going to work for you, Hank.” It was more of a sigh than a statement, but she repeated it even if her tone was a little breathier than she’d intended. “You know you can’t make me.”

“Oh, I know can’t make you do anything you want to do, Michaela. Thing is, you do want it. More’n you’ll ever let on.”

His finger caressed her through the damp fabric of her bloomers and she whimpered, hating herself. She felt dizzy with lust, all mental objections quieted because, for once in her life, Michaela Quinn found that couldn’t string a coherent sentence together if her life depended on it.

The footsteps and the creak of the door barely registered in her mind, but when Hank stumbled backwards, the collar of his shirt gripped roughly in Sully’s fist, the shock immobilized her for a moment, and she could only stare in horror.

“Get your hands off her.”

To his credit, the saloon owner didn’t even try to resist. Pulling away from Sully’s grasp, Hank looked at both of them and smirked.

"Looks like you've got your first customer, Michaela."

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